The Feeling of Home

The meaning of home to me is seeing my puppy waiting so cutely waiting for his food while drooling at the same time. I smell the welcoming smell of a meal wrapping me in a warm hug slowly unwrapping me as I eat and chat with my parents about how my day has or went. When I get ready for bed I sit and read beside my mom and I say good night to my puppy my Henry. I stroke his velvety soft ears and when I go up I whisper to him good night. And straight in the morning I hear his soft but loud click click speeding towards me to greet me. I taste dilishis toast and waffles or the occasional pan cake when I ask my dad to pour the syrup when it's too heavy. And when I read in the morning it's like plunging into a whole different world. Of fantasy lands to the thundering of hoofs, fact books or non fiction. the pages flipping over and over and over. I feel the wind rushing past me as I skate. around the ice rink learning new tricks every day I learn criss crosses to arabeskes spins to twirls. It feels like home to me as I gracefully glide across the ice rink and when me and my mom leave and I put my shoes on. I still get the feeling that I’m on skates. Still gliding around one one foot or both with the icy chill across my face. This is what home means to me.