What Home Means to me

If home was a sight it would be me looking at the picture of when my family and I went to my cousin's wedding. If home was a taste it would be my family and I eating my grandma's pasta. It was so cheesy. If home was a sound it would be my ant from Winnipeg walking through the door and saying “Hi, is Orianna home?” and I would say “Yes, Orianna is home, I am Orianna!”. If home was a smell it would be the turkey at Thanksgiving with my family. It was delicious. If home was a touch it would be me snuggling with my family and watching a movie. Home is most of all hanging out with our loved ones and I hope other people can have the same just like me.