My home is not a house

My home is a place where I can feel safe or comforted. I also feel comforted and safe because of the people around me in my home, like my mum and dad, whenever they hug me it feels like a warm and fuzzy blanket wrapped around me, they also make me feel safe and happy when I am sad, like when my grandma passed away my whole family was very sad and my parents had helped me though all my grief that I had then I realized that my grandma is helping me and guiding me though life. My parents also remind me of those less fortunate than we are, and that they deserve more like a home where they can make memories. My home is not a house. My family and I are very grateful for all God gives us and we appreciate all we are given, and we think that others should be able to experience the same. We try and help others that are less fortunate and give them necessities they might need. Me and my family are very grateful for our home. My home is not a house. I feel that everyone deserves a home even if your rich or poor we should all have a home, a home is more than a building with windows doors and furniture its all about the memories that you have made in your home and all that you have experienced the good and bad, and we all deserve a home and not a 4 walled room with doors and window a real true home. My home is not a house. THE END