Meaning of Home

To me, Home is stories told by my parents, with a fluffy cat laying down beside me on my pillow guarding me from the monsters of the night. Home is the smell of cookies wafting through from the kitchen and into the house and making bellies get excited for another treat to eat. Home is my parents who are always there for me through the hard nights hiding under the blankets to the joyful days skipping around my backyard. Home is my cat, who will both jump at me and purr in my face, bringing extra joy into my life. (and a few extra scratches!) Home is christmas morning, tearing down the stairs with my sister beaming from ear to ear excited for the pleasure the day will bring. My Stuffed animals are home, when I line them all up on my bed and me and my sister jump into my pile of stuffies and giggle so much our bellies hurt afterward. Home is the flicker of the fire under warm blankets watching a snowstorm rage outside the window, but I don't care as long as I am snuggling between my parents.