If my home was a sense

If home were a sense If home were a taste, it would be my mom's banana bread. She was an incredible baker, and it always tasted amazing. If home were a sight, it would be my grandmas downstairs living room. She has a nice tv, and a mini bar with a lot of soda. Whenever I go over, I have as much as I can! If home were a sound, it would be the sound of all the adults in my family talking at the kitchen table on Christmas eve. If home were a touch, it would be a hug from my dad or auntie. If home were a sound, it would be the scent of my mom's old candles.