Home is NOT a place

Home to me is my family. I get out of bed in the morning and smell HOME. I smell fresh pancakes and orange juice. I see my siblings 1..2..3. I taste the warm fresh pancakes. Every bite is a taste of home. A home is not the same as a house. A house is a place to stay and home is family. Home is me dancing and singing. I get to express myself and my feelings. I dance with friends and get to know them the way I never knew them before. My dream is to become a singer and a professional dancer. The way I come back from dance and my mom and dad have a nice warm meal for me that is home. I have a nice sleep and wake up and there it is home again. I don't know what home is to you, but this is home to me and I like it that way.