My Home Has Love Not My House

My house is full with chairs, tables, beds and tv’s but not with love. My home is filled with adore, warmth and love not furniture. Sure my home has walls and a roof but I would let my house burn to the ground then lose all the love my family has created. People say home and houses are the same but they don't realise the difference between a house and a home. A house is furniture, A home is love and warmth, people who care for you and people who love you are all in the home. How many people tell their mom to go away or dad go away. I don't want to see you dad your annoying dad, dad this mom that. these people don't realise the importance of family, sure parents can be annoying but let them be there and they choose to hang out with you. But a house can't do any of this. My home is a box of love. It's like I'm a rich spoiled kid with love surrounding me.