What Home Means To Me

If home was a sight it would be my dogs sitting on the deck wagging their tails in joy to see me when I get off the bus. If home was a smell it would be my mom’s homemade hamburger soup bubbling on the stove. If home was a sound it would be my family laughing while playing a board game at the kitchen table. If home was a taste it would be me and my family eating cheesecake on the couch. If home was a feeling it would be the soft fur of my three Calico cats laying on my bed with me.