Home

My home is where all the best memories are. I have a faint memory of my mom. My mom died from cancer. It was just me, my dad and my sister. She is still in my memory. In homes there are loved ones and the memories of loved ones who have passed. If the walls could talk in homes they would say a lot. A house is where you sleep, not where memories are. A house is something you keep your belongings in. But a home is the place where loved ones are. A home is where you grew up. A home is where you can get away from hard times.