What Home means to Me

Home is a base that is my favourite place to feel safe. Home is a place that can never be replaced, It’s a place where I feel embraced. When you get the chance to feel alive you get an opportunity to thrive. A home is something that you can call your own, a house is made of brick and stone. With love in the air that can't be shown, A house is basically a giant stone. Home is our glory, where the walls have stories. Each room creates different bonds that mold. The living room, bedroom, or basement they have memories to hold. Open your arms, let someone in, and for your home is what you can cherish within. I learned to walk, I learned to speak, I learned to read and best of all I learned how to have fun. We live together in harmony, as a family. There's a difference between a house and a home. Home can be anywhere or anything, a house is like practically a dome. It's not just a building with stairs, pillows, plants and furniture. Home is my favorite place to commemorate. When my family is together there is faith and laughter. Every single one of us looks after each other. We bless each other to care for one another. This is home.