If Home was The Five Senses

Home feels like a warm fire when you feel cold. Wrapped up like in a warm blanket. I can see my family and my home. I can see my little brother and giving me a big hug. In the Kitchen I can taste my dad’s delicious food and I taste a delicious supper with Dessert. I smell good lavender freshener thrown my home and nice fresh Facts of cookies. I hear my family saying nice things. Home is not a house but sometimes it can be a party family it is who you are with and who Always be loved and will always be cared for with tons and tons of family members.