My Home

My Home By Faye Smith Yesterday our family said goodbye to our friends. Today we packed up. I am not going to lie. I am sad, but the new house is going to be so nice. It isn't that big, but size doesn't matter. Love is what makes a house a home. Trust me we have so much love. We got all of our stuff in the car finally and our mom and dad let us bring two things in the back of the car. I chose my favorite pillow, it is pink and very silky. The other thing that I brought was my favorite chocolate, it melts in my mouth as soon as it touches my tongue. My brother brought his favorite toy, I never see him go anywhere without it. It is like a Rubix Cube, but you can press buttons instead and of course he also brought his nintendo switch. We finally made it to the new house. Its weird seeing our old pan going down the drain and it was kind of sad because our new one was nothing like the old one. It made me stop to think what if I am like that pan. What if all my friends will forget me and what if I have no one to talk to? I have to be strong. I keep telling myself that it isn't the things in my house that make it a home, it’s the love, the laughter, the happiness. Not every home has walls and not everyone has roofs over their heads so no matter how big the house is or how small it is, it's love, laughter, happiness. As long as you have food or somewhere to sleep and love even if they are friends. Anywhere is a home, the main ingredient to a home is love.