My meaning of home!

Home is the place where I hear the laughter spreading around the room from my family. I also hear the cooking pans making noise when my mom cooks. The sound of my dad taking out the trash. I smell the nice scent of my house which reminds me of all our memories shut into a box where we keep them safe. I also smell the lavender and vanilla scent from my mom’s candles. The touch that reminds me of home is my soft warm blanket, the bed that I sleep on and my family’s soft memorable hugs that I can never say no to. I see the cactus my mom planted sitting by the window getting fresh air and sunlight. I also see all our shoes lined up once I open the door to home. Another thing I see is the TV turned on because of my brother. I taste homemade sandwiches, homemade burgers and when we all eat together all our laughs and talks will unlock many more memories whether it's good or bad. I feel so lucky I am under a roof of love, support, and the place where I can show my true feelings that everyone will actually understand. Home will always be with me in all ups and downs. Some people might say house and home are the same thing but they are very different because a house is just something people build but, a home is where we have family to support us through everything and I would not say I have a house, I would say I have a home because we all have family wherever we are and wherever they are.