What Home Means to Me

Home is not about the floor or the lights it is about the people you love as I smell my dinner for the night . Home is how my mom tucks me into bed as I say good night. Home is warm and it makes me feel safe. Home is the place I relish the most. Home is nice like reading a book. Home feels as warm as a blanket. Home can sometimes be loud but home is always your home even when you and your sibling fight, when you yell. Home sometimes can sound like rain falling down but other times it sounds thunder .