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Home the roof over my head, to protect me from a storm, to keep from the cold. Il feel as safe as if I were entering a vault, my family the gold inside being hugged by the walls. Extremely precious.​ I feel like a fresh bowl of ramen getting warmth and positivity from every side, home tastes like the most flavorful cake. I'm eating each piece as more treats come.​ I take a sniff, my home smells as fresh as mint as the smell goes by I get cuddled up in the most softest blanket. Home is just as friendly and peaceful as a sleeping baby, but most of the time it's as wild as the Superbowl and as messy as if a hurricane drifted by. But home is still as fun as a circus.​ A home is more than a house. A house is the brick walls and the home is the joy inside. ​