My meaning of home.

To me, home is a shelter because it protects me. One time at home, I remember I stubbed my toe. This made me feel sad because I couldn't walk on it for 2 days. Home sounds like my mom making us pancakes as we enjoy watching a video. And my brothers are playing on the PS5 waiting for our mom to finish making the pancakes with the maple syrup on top of the pancakes. Home smells like my mom making me eggs on a Saturday. I also smell the smell of pancakes, and we enjoy our food with syrup on the pancakes. Home looks like me and my brother playing on our PlayStation Five. And after that we saw a movie, it was horror but cool. And after that we sat down to watch YouTube on the television. Home tastes like me and my family eating pancakes and eggs with maple syrup on top. And then we ate rice and chicken for dinner. Home feels like me holding my PS5 controller while playing rocket league with me and both of my brothers. And then when we finished playing rocket league on the PS5 we saw a video. Home is important to me because it protects me. I know not everyone has a safe home, and I feel sad because they don't have homes. My home is special because it's where I live, and it protects me. I love my home because it protects me.