The Feeling of Home

When I think of home I think of being welcomed and good food. To me home means me waking up with a beam of light creeping through my room’s blinds, the magical smell coming from the kitchen, and my dad talking to my grandparents on the phone. To me home doesn’t mean a house. Home is a feeling. To me home means when I walk into the living room I see my mom and dad. Home means that when I hear my favorite TV show. I feel the hugs of my parents. I taste the delicious food that my mom made. I connect with my friends to play my favorite game, Minecraft. To me, home means my parents, friends, and food. My safe space is my home and I love it.