What Home Means to Me

When I think of home, I think of my Nan's warm and safe house. It is the scent of her fresh ,comfort-baked cookies wafting through my nose. They feel squishy in the middle and they are really tasty in my mouth. Every time I go to my Nan’s house, I see the cookies ready on the counter for me and my brother Nathan. In the living room, Nan, Nathan and I play air hockey together and it is really fun. Nan has a bedroom for me at her house, and when I go to sleep, I feel safe with Nan and Pop. This is what home means to me.