A true home
A true home.
To me, a home is not the building that you live in.
A home is were you feel safe and secure, a place of happiness.
A house is made out of bricks but a home is made out of the people that you love being around you and a place were they understand you. If you have a big, grand house but you have nobody to share it with then it is not really a home. Some people might think a home is made up of different things that you have but a real home has people you love you, a feeling that makes you feel special and things you can only touch with your heart. A home is a place were negativity drifts away and you can feel free because nobody can judge you. Everyone deserves a true home, a place were they will accept you for the way you are.