What Home is to Me

To me my home is the sweet smell of my dad making fried rice wafting up to my room. For me my home is feeling my warm and fuzzy blanket protecting me from the cold outside. To me my home is listening to my dad make his dad jokes as he makes supper. For me my home is tasting sweet homemade shake and bake that came fresh from the oven. For me my home is my mom and dad softly murmuring “good night” as I drift to sleep. To me my home is love and dreams