A Home is Not Just a House

A home is not a roof and walls, it’s something special to you like your dad dancing in front of the T.V. or your mom making you laugh when you have a bad day. It’s your dog wanting to play when you don't want to, but he makes you. It’s your sister stealing something but you forgive her after. A home is more than you think, my new house for example, made me feel uncomfortable at first but it became a home where I feel loved. At home is where you have your dream room, your favourite colour walls, food in your fridge and where you can smell your mom making fresh cookies or hear your dad's singing while he's cooking Kraft dinner. It's when you sit down at the dinner table with your family and you’re not missing a single person. You can talk about your day at school and your mom helps you with home work, your dad helps you with home work and even your little sister helps you. It's when you have a nice place to cry in someone's arms or get people to hug you. Home is more than I can talk about, it's like what me and you have. You're allowed to eat as much as you want and when you go outside and come in and your mom already made you hot cocoa. It's when you do crafts with people or when you learn different languages like ‘bonjour.’ It's when you have fun at Christmas and you get gifts under the tree when you wake up or Easter gifts at Easter. When you get to see the Easter Bunny or you get to go trick-or-treating and people come to your home, knocking on the door. It's when you can have friends over and sleepovers, when your mom invites friends over and you make it really funny. It's where you can run around and have fun and play with your animals. It's when you can see your baby cousin that's almost two and you celebrate your birthdays at your home or play hide and seek. A house is quiet and you don’t smell your mom baking cookies because she's usually left for work or your dad's just home on the couch not helping at all. It’s where they don't listen to you and you don't feel safe. But, at home you can feel safe but a house you cannot. It’s so sad knowing there's people out there that don't have homes but it's nice to know people are helping those people like building them new houses or giving them food. Just knowing there's little kids out there with no room and they're sleeping on the couch or in a shelter that's why I decided to enter the Meaning of Home contest. A house is a home. It is a piece of love. I love my home.