What Home Means to Me

To me home isn’t a place, it's a feeling. When I am home it’s where, when I wake up on a bright Saturday morning I smell fresh warm waffles, and my dad will give me a delightful hug before I snuggle up, and watch my favorite show on the couch. Then while my dad’s making breakfast I smell sausages, and eggs with extra warm bacon. I go into the living room and let’s say it’s 12:00, and I see my very special piano waiting to be played. Walk into the kitchen, and I see my mom dancing to 2pac while making dinner( hahaha! ). After dinner I taste crunchy chips when my whole family gets on the couch, and my very funny dad will always get the BIG PACK of ruffles, but to gather it all up… Of course to me home is a feeling where I feel happy, peaceful, calm, loved, and respected for who I am