Home

My house is a place, with walls and a roof. But I love my home more, It has everything galore. It makes me dinner, and it buys me clothes. It loves me when it's impossible for me to coppell. It teaches me basketball, and it loves me so dear. To show them love it doesn't take as much as a little whisper in the ear. A cuddle on the couch, a kiss on the cheek. It shows me love, even when it's impossible to seek. It gives me gifts on my bestest days and it spends hour after hour to make sure I'm prepared for the next. It makes me cookies and it does my hair. All just to make sure I'm prepared. It loves me so dearly and it will do anything for me. It says it will die just for me. I love my home and it's not a house. A house has a kitten, a bedroom, and more. But my home roof of everlasting love. You see my parents are my home, they do all that for me. They are definitely my home, even though they always correct my tone. They love me everywhere, even though they always make me share. Even when they shout, they always call out, “ Hey don't be ashamed, we love you anyways.” I love my parents, there is absolutely no comparison.