What Home Means to Me

It doesn't matter the shape or size of the house. It matters who lives in it. They can make the same old house in another place. But it won’t be the same without my family. My mom, dad and dog. it won’t be the same. For me a house is a building but a home is the people in it. My home can be under a bridge, a restaurant, anywhere as long my family is with me. Home is a safe place I feel I can do anything, Say anything. Home is the only place I can be really me. A house without family is not a home. My family, my dog my, iPad, this is home. A place I am comfortable and loved. My dad typing, my mom talking, my dog crying. This fill's my home. My life. My mom cooking, my dad’s perfume, my dogs food smell, children laughing outside. These smells and sounds fill the house. I don’t know what I would do without my home.