A House is not a Home

My home is a place where I know that I am safe and loved. Home to me always sounds like laughter and joy. Laughter and joy that never ends. To me my home feels warm inside. It is warm like there is a giant blanket on top of me. Home tastes like fresh cookies that just came out of the oven. Home to me looks really cozy. It is especially cozy when me and my family are on a cozy couch. My home tastes like tasty bread. Home to me is a family that adores me. I love my home and you deserve to also. That is why my home is not a house, it is a home.