My Home

A home and a house are different things. A house is just a building and a little roof over your head. A home is where I can be happy. Home can be anything, even a little cardboard box. It can be where you store memories. To me it is where I can be safe. To me everyone should have a home, even the unfortchenit. A home means love and family. I love my home and I can't live a second without it . Even when there is covid going around and I am stuck in my home,I am just spending more time in my home making more memories to spend with my family. But I will never forget them. I have grown up in my home and I still do today. But I am still not ready to leave my home one day. It took a while to build my home but it was worth it because my family is safe under that little roof of mine. A part of my home is in my heart but I know that I will come home from school and know my home would still be there. I will love my home and even when there are tough times. But when I fall asleep in my home the next day will come and that is time to spend in my home with my family.