No Place is Like Home

My house is made by bricks. My home is made by love, like my mom’s homemade Rice Krispies. My house was created by people. My home was created by memories, like when we first moved in and I saw my room. My house has cameras and alarms. My home has my dad, who made me feel safe when I was snowboarding and I fell off the chair lift. My house has pillows and beds. My home has movie nights and passing out on the couch while watching the Titanic with my family. My house has pets. My home has cuddles and tummy scratches, with my dogs. My house is good, but my home is better.