My home is not A house

Home means the place where I live and love. It's my cozy cave to hang around. It holds so many feelings and memories in my heart. My family and home are different from others and that's what makes it mine. Nobody understands my home as well as me and that's what's special about it. It makes me feel warm inside when I see it and that's what makes it my home. My home is priceless and I would never sell it because on the outside it may not be that expensive but on the inside it's worth millions of dollars. I love my home with all of my heart and it is special to me and my family. What I am afraid of just vanishes because it's overrun with love and kindness in my home. You can't tear it down even with all your strength because the family spirit will keep it up and standing forever. To you it may just look like A house but to me it's my loving home. This is the place where I learned to walk and where I have grown up to live right now. Going through life I have had A lot of difficult times but knowing I had A safe space in my home helped me work through these moments.