My Home is More than Bricks

A House is made of bricks but a home is made of love, hope, memories, forgiveness, mistakes, laughter, happiness and your loved ones. My Home is more than bricks. Love. I feel loved at home more than anywhere. My little brother running to hug me, my dad calling us to eat dinner, we all gather around the table and laugh about the good old days. My Home is more than bricks. I’m seen. At home I feel noticed, I feel needed, I’m unstressed, I’m relaxed, and where I can be me. My home is more than bricks. Memories, forgiveness, and mistakes. One of my favorite memories is when I was 3 years old and snuck into my parent’s room and put on ALL my mom’s make-up and I looked like a complete clown, if I say so my self, but in the end she forgave me. No matter what happens, don’t forget there is something called forgiveness. I’ll say this one more time, my home is more than bricks. A house is made of walls and beams; A home is made of love and dreams.