Home

Home is not a place, it is where my family is. Where my family laughs and plays. Where I can feel safe and not out of place like I'm where I'm meant to be. Home is like fresh baked cookies right out of the oven, sweet and warm. Even when I make a mistake I know they'll still have my back. Home is like my moms sweet smile or my dads loud laugh, maybe even my sister's soft touch. But nothing is better than my family’s warm embrace. Home looks like a big secure safe, holding everything I value the most. Home feels like the best feeling ever. Home is a big fluffy bear hug. That’s home to me.