My Home Not Yours

From near or from a far, I will see that open door. That is where I feel respected and adored. When I see my mother smile, I feel like I can run a mile. People might think that a home is a House, but it's not. A home Is a feeling and a house is a structure. My mother and my father, my brothers and my dog.Those are the people who make my home. They might be big or they might be small, but they are all equally adored. Old or young, they will all be attached to me like the tip of my tongue. My mother and my father are the absolute best parents in the world. They make it so much easier to have a great home. My brothers and my dog who I love very much, they are all part of my family just like my home. My home is a place, a place far from yours. My home is a place, a place so bizarre, that no one can see it, not even in a car. My home is a place, a place filled with love. My home is a place, a place filled with space, and the space is what makes up my home. My home can be a tree, or a bee, but my home can't be without my family.