Home

Home is where you are accepted. Home is warm and loving. When you are sorrowful, someone is always there to help you. You are never alone because the memories are always surrounding you with happiness. Everything you have at home smells like home; it makes me feel fearless. When you are home alone and you are sad that no one is around you, close your eyes and think of all the memories you have... at home. When you walk in the door you smell your moms baking and it smells so good because it smells like home. When you eat at the table you ignore everything else except the smell, the feeling and the taste. That it's what I think of when I think of my home.