My Home is Shared. My Home is Loved

My Home is the smell of my mom's pancakes in the morning. The songs that my brother and I play together. The waves of the ocean hitting the rocks next to the garden that me and my mom spent years working on. The eggs that my pet quail laid, it's never been the same without them. The long chats at the dinner table while eating my dad's bolognese sauce. Doom scrolling with my dad at bed time. My brother's challenges that are so “interesting”. Home is a place where I can express myself and share my feelings. Home is a place where I can walk next door to my neighbour. I can cuddle his dog and we can joke about our lives after school. Home is intangible. It's a thought, a feeling, a thing that will be with me until I have nothing else. Home is with my family. With my friends. With my pets. This is My Home. And I'm happy to share.