A Home, Not a House

Home to me means learning, caring, teaching, helping, discovering, exploring, finding, and laughing. When I think of my home I think of how lucky I am to live in such a special place that makes me feel safe and welcomed. My home feels warm like I’m standing on the sun. I am so glad my family is healthy and happy. It makes my heart feel warm and happy, almost like my heart is smiling with a grin so big, it could reach from one end of the world to another. As I continue to try my best to spread my cheer and positive energy everywhere I go I try to make people smile. My home to me means a safe neighbourhood. What makes my home feel like I belong, is a dark green wall that always appears at the back of every room. The wall reminds me of a big pine tree thats tall and strong, that can stretch so high it could see Heaven, with the guardian angel protecting me from violence. A House has a roof, walls, and a floor. A Home has memories and hope. I live in a Home, not a House.