What Home Means To Me

Home means, to me, fresh fruit on the dinner table and the crackling sound coming from the pan as food is being cooked. Board games are being played in the living room. Movies are watched as you can barely see the snow drifting past the curtain. Chinese paintings with characters I have no clue what they mean hang on the walls. Then Mom comes home with a lot of groceries, and my little brother screams because he lost his iPad. That is what home is to me.