My home is where I can love my family. Where I can tell my dad and mom how I feel. My home is where I feel safe, like only nice people can come in. A home is where you are happy and sad but, at least you’re doing it at your loving home. A home can be a car, a hole, or a mansion but it doesn’t matter how it looks it only matters how it feels to you. So, please if you have a new house and it does not look good, don’t forget you can make a house a home by loving it and making sure you feel safe in it. I wish that all people had a home.