My home is not Just Walls and a Roof and Rooms

My home is not just walls, a roof, and rooms. It's where I feel safe throughout the halls. I lived there from the very start of my life. My house lives throughout my heart always even when we're apart . I feel safe when my siblings are home. I feel safe at home and eat and get clean and breath at home . My family makes my home happier every single second . This feeling is difficult to explain. My family takes me to places I want to go but in the end I want to go home. I am really lucky to have a home because I know not everyone has a home. My home is as lovely as it can be. I can feel down but I can feel happy, playing games with my family, sometimes snappy and not happy. I can still be me .