What Home Means to Me

My home means family to me. It’s not just the building,it’s the people that make it home.The people inside make me feel cozy. At home, I can touch a good amount of things. Like my soft fluffy blanket along with my comfortable bed that I sleep on. Also my youngest brother! I want to squeeze his cheeks because he is so cute. Sometimes I hold my little brother because he does not want to get put down while my other brother plays. At home, I feel loved and warm. It feels that when I cuddle with my family it makes me feel safe. Also when I cuddle in my fluffy blanket it makes me feel joyful. At home, I see my youngest brother and my other brother playing around. I play with my youngest brother so my mom could eat and my other brother could play. At home, I hear my grandma talking to my mom when my grandma is off. My grandma is off on every friday and sometimes the weekends. I love eating my mom’s fettuccine. It tastes good. But I like it fresh cooked. I could also taste my dads ribs honey garlic flavour. I love it when it's freshly cooked, after it cools a little bit. Usually I eat fruit after dinner. The best tasting ones in my opinion are apples, oranges and bananas! I like the juice coming out of it although bananas don't have juice but it has a lot of potassium in it. I will explain the different taste between apples and oranges! Oranges have a sour taste of juice and apples have sweet juice. So, it's not the building or the structure that makes it home. It's the people that make it home.