My home is my love

Home for me is Love, the love for everything and everyone is my home. When I walk home, I smell food being cooked in the kitchen, birds chirping in the summertime. We eat homemade food; it feels like millions of flavors on my tongue. The homemade pasta feels like Italy which has our roots. My family and I play board games, laugh, and share stories about our day. When we watch the Olympics', we cheer for Italy and Canada. Home is when my mom tucks me into bed. In the end, a home isn’t just walls and a roof, it’s the place where you belong, it’s love.