Home

To me, home isn’t just a roof over your head. To me, home is see, smell, sound, taste and who. Home is the sight of my cat when I’m upset because I sometimes don’t feel okay. Home is the smell of warm cinnamon and my mom’s cooking. Home is the feeling of my soft bed I sleep in and my cats soft fur when I pet him. Home is the sound of people talking and getting along but sometimes they argue. Home is the taste of the delicious food my mom makes. Home is the family I live with. with. I feel most at home when I’m with the people I love and love me back. Home isn’t always a place. It’s where you feel safe and invincible. From your broken-down tree house to your mansion. Home is what makes me feel safe.