A Home is Not just a House

A house is not a home, a home holds a lot like people, beds, and memories. I remember my first house when we moved. I cried all of my memories stayed there and they didn’t move to my new house. I got a dog and I loved him. Home is a family people you love sometimes it doesn’t feel like home to me it feels like the best place ever. By the time I got older I still had the memories they just don’t feel the same. I got new stuff but it doesn’t feel the same. I spent time with family more but it doesn’t feel the same. I fight with siblings. I tell them I hate them but I don’t mean it. I love my siblings to the point where I hate being alone. I hate it. I love my home and everyone in it. I can cry. I can be loved and hugged. Home is not just a house. It’s memories. Don’t hate where you live someone might not have a home.