The Meaning of Home

My house is a collection of rooms, but my home is what happens in the rooms. In my living room, somebody always has something to say. Whether it’s big or loud sometimes there is a big crowd. My kitchen is brown, wooden, squeaky, and old. Here is where everybody tries listen by the sound of the heart, cooking must be the best part. The dining room is where everyone tries to eat. It’s always on repeat. My eyes sparkle with heat watching the food get set and ready to eat! My bedrooms is my place, it may be big or a small space, but everybody should be able to call it their space. My yard is clean air its where I start to glare. Trees as tall as the sky, the birds chirping always attracts my eye. Everybody should be able to have their own home.