What home means to me!

Have you ever felt close to home? Home does not always have to be a place. Home for me is not an object or a thing it is my family, whenever I am near, I always feel loved. Each day I am with them I learn something new. The light in my eyes when I see them is extraordinary. I can smell my family from any corner. They smell like flowers placed in a garden or morning rain. I also smell my moms cooking each time I come home. Whenever I get a hug from my family my heart starts to soften. Even when I am not feeling the greatest 1 hug can cure my day. Every time I hear my loved ones I start to laugh. Their voices are so soft my worries start to disappear. The times that I taste my moms home cooked meal I start to dance. She makes them with love and care. Home can be emotions, Home can be a thing, Home can be everywhere. Everybody should deserve a home. That’s what home means to me.