The Meaning of Home

With a cold empty room as quiet as a mouse, I long for a home not a great big house. For a home has smiles, laughs, not frowns but my house is filled with tears, sorrow, and despairing sounds. For I wish I could have a small home rather than a great big house. A home where yelling was not a normal thing, rather a home where you could laugh, cry, and sing! A place in the world you call home does not have to be where you roam. But in my house, happiness disappears and is replaced with a terrible cloud of fear. Even without a great big house, you can still find a home where kindness is allowed. You might have a house as big as can be, I would trade that all, just for a seed. a seed and trim; let it grow till it is all finished. So, one day just one I will be able to say I have a home today. For now, I plant a seed of hope for it is never wrong to hope unless logic says so. So, I go back to my house, my great big house where kindness disappears replaced with doubt. Everyone has a different home, some are places where you run and play, others you keep to yourself and avoid every day. Even though a home can stress you out it. should be a place where you can come to when you are sad, angry, or mad. My home is at school where I laugh and make memories. I hope you now know the difference between a house and home. I hope you find your home, all of you, and more. Still out there waiting for you to knock on the right door.