What Home Means To Me

What a house means to me is a building with brick walls and a roof on top, but what a home means to me is a cozy, loving environment. An environment where you can be yourself. My home smells like my hamster’s feces :P!! A house would probably smell like dry paint. Everytime I eat rice I feel at home! I mean a lot of people eat rice, but I have to eat it like every day. A normal house would probably eat rice too, just not everyday. Everytime I touch my blanket that I don't even use that just lays in my room makes me feel at home, because my hamster chewed a hole in it so it’s special. In a normal house like a couch or like a chair, but not for me. A BLANKET WITH A HOLE CHEWED IN IT. Also, when I see a cactus, it makes me feel at home because I have a little plant cactus in my room, *not gonna lie it looks dead, I haven't watered it in a long time…..* A normal house would probably be a chair or a plant vase, but mine is a cactus. Finally, I feel at home when I hear yelling, because, every time I'm in my room doing something or playing with my hamster I hear yelling. That's because My grandparents are fighting about what time they are gonna cook food. I have no clue why, but they just care about cooking a lot so they are always fighting. They also fight about what they are gonna cook, who's gonna cook, etc. It sounds loud, but that's what makes me feel at home. THE END!!! (or is it???)