What My Home Means to Me

I love my family and if I could feel my home it would be petting my dog while lying on the couch with him. If I could smell my home it would be the scented candles that smell like fresh fruit that my mom lights. If I could taste my home it would be the spaghetti with marinara sauce my mom makes, also with garlic bread. If I could hear my home it would be the small breeze on a winter night when I'm in bed falling asleep. These are some reason of what home means to me.