Home

A house is not always a home. It could be. But not always. There is a difference. A house is a place where you can have a roof over your head and a warm place to sleep. But a home is where memories are made. It is where you can be with your family. It is where you can laugh and have fun. A home is somewhere that you can go if you are feeling sad or alone. Because your family will always be there for you no matter what. Sometimes they can be annoying but at the end of the day they will be there for you. My home is not big but it is not small either. Some people have much bigger houses than I do, but none are as special as my home. When I think of home I think of fun times and laughter and joy but I know that there are people who don't have a home and don't have a family who cares for them and so by writing what home means to me, I can possibly help someone get a home so that they can have fun times just like I do.