Meaning of Home

Roofs and walls and windows make a house. Bricks and mortar and glass. The people in my house make my home. Mon pere. Ma mere. Mon frere. My father is like the roof of our home. He is strong and sturdy and he protects us from the elements. My mother is like the walls of our home. She keeps up safe and sheltered and gives us ample room to live. My brother is like the windows of our house. He is bright when the sun shines and clear when it rains. My home is there for me when I am cold. Mon pere. My father bear hugs me and shows me wrestling moves that spin my legs round and round. My home is there for me when I am hungry. Ma mere. My mother makes me sandwiches that look like crazy clowns and dizzy dinosaurs. My home is there for me when I am lonely. Mon frere. My brother makes me belly laugh and we chase each other around and around the house, making funny faces. Mon pere, ma mere, et mon frere are the heart, spirit, and soul of my home. No matter what anyone tells me, I know that my family and my home will always be there for me. My house is more than its size or what it looks like : what’s inside my house is what really counts. When you are alone in a very very dark place and there is no light but only a small crack, what comes out is a body of pure light, and what's inside that light is my home. My family is the light of my world.