Home is love

When I think of home I think of my family. The smells of my mom’s cooking. My sister playing and my dad sitting on the couch. When I think of home, I think of my room and my basement. Home is not just four walls and a roof; it is a place filled with love inside of it. So, you can stay happy. Anywhere, you go home is with you. No matter what. When I think about home, I think about places I go to like Toronto, Vancouver, Québec, Ottawa, Calgary, and Edmonton. My house never leaves me. Home is a place filled with love. Home is shelter and safe. Home is family and warm sometimes cold. Home is love.