Meaning of Home

Others see my home as some pointless bricks and a door, but just come on the inside and you’ll see plenty more. What about those pointless bricks you just saw? They transform to hold the memories of freezing nights when we yawn. The windows are just some scattered panes of glass with freezing waterdrops on the window gripping, but they aren't on the inside because they contain the sites of me coming home from school to see supper, the cheese is dripping. The boring comforter and sheets are oh so sad, but on the inside, they’re claiming frosty, and joyful nights I have had. My parents to strangers are no different than the average couple, on the inside it’s different for them meaning their love isn’t uphill. When normal people see my home, they say “what’s the difference?” But on the inside of my heart, my home is a magnificence.