What home means to me

Home is the smell of mom’s homemade banana bread. It is the hard work my mom and dad do for my siblings and I. Home is feeling safe, healthy, and secure. Home is a safe place. But maybe home isn’t a building. Maybe home is with friends, or family, or maybe it’s both. Home can be different things for different people. But everyone can agree on one thing. Home is a blessing and we are very glad to have it.