Home Isn't a Building, It's a Temple

Somedays when you feel gray, you come back home, but you come back to joy. It's not about the amount of fun you had with anyone. It's about the memories you made with the people you care about. It's not just a home or a building, it's a place that you played, ran, watched, laughed, it's a place to see those people who like you, not because they matter to you, and you matter to them. A home is a place that you will remember forever, and it will always be somewhere in your heart. You don't laugh because you laugh, but giving up on a house helps you with depression and other stuff. A house is a comfort home, so next time you come home, don't be mad, be grateful and loved because you are everything. A home is like a warm hug when you're sad home is like a warm blanket that came out of the dryer. A home is a place where everyone is treated fairly. Home is a place where positivity comes around the place. Home is a party that will never end. Let's put it like this: if you were being bullied and you went home, what do you feel? You would feel relieved and safe because they can't get you in, so now you're safe. Home was there when you were cold or hot; it would warm you up. Your house is a comfortable place, a place where you made memories that make you grow up there. Your home is a temple where you do everything, and that lasts forever.