When I Think of Home...

When I'm sad or even mad I wish I could be home, and when I think of home I think of my mom's warm hugs and my soft stuffy-filled bed. When I think of home I can smell the scent of my dad's sweet cozy Baking in the kitchen. When I listen to how my home sounds I can hear my 15 year old cat purring & my sister flipping through the pages her favorite book.When I think of how my home tastes I think of my Mom`s warm chamomile tea.When I think of home I think of how lucky I am to even have a place to call home.A roof over my head when I sleep or a table to come to ones I`m done. I am so lucky to have a home ,thank you hope for humanity for giving others a home like mine. To me a home is not a PS5 or a tablet to me a home is where my family is, where my memories are, where the things I love are, when I think of home I think of…… love.