A House is Not a Home

A house is not a home, it's not where you go to sleep, it's where your provided with love and all the support you could ever need from the people you love with all your heart A house is not a home because if you walk in a house you see furniture but in a home you see people who spent years caring for you and hundreds of bills and food just because you came into their life. A house is not a home, When you look at the outside of a house it looks just like the rest no matter how big or small it is. When you look at home it looks like the place that people spent months of their own time to make a home that holds the memories of many. A house is not a home. A house has perfect grass scattered around the lawn with each blade the same height and same color. A home has imperfect grass flowers scattered around adding color everywhere you look, some dead, some alive, some tall with a strong stem and some low with a stem equal to the strength of a bubble. You don’t know if it’s a house or a home with your eyes, nose, ears, mouth, or hand you know with your heart.