Is it just a house?

For some people, they just have a house, but not me! I have a home where I sleep, where my family sleeps, and where we love each other. There's a kitchen with the beautiful smell of my dad’s omelettes, along with my Mom’s home cooked meals and the baking smells of banana bread (my favorite, along with other baked goods). I think of my home as a place where I can be loved and love people. I can get it all out when I have had a tough day at school, or when I am sad. There's lots of feelings in my home such as love, happiness, and sometimes stressfulness. Even though we go through our ups and downs, it is still my home.