No building to us will ever replace this home

For me, home is more than a box with things like couches and tables in it, it's a place of which I love. A place my parents love. A place my parents love. A place that is usually quiet. A safe place to live because if someone were to have broken in, my Mom and Dad would do something about it. The memories, birthdays filled with fun and sometimes water balloon fights with my whole family. The one time I fell down 5 steps on the stairs. Home is where dreams and ideas fly free with no limits, high and free within the walls of my home. The place I will and still love when I move out in at least 10 years. Somewhere I celebrate the holidays. The place I belong for my family and me. The place my younger brother, Ethan lives. He's seven with pretty long red/orange hair. The house I live in is not just a house, it is my home filled with lovely people and lots of fun. A place where nothing is perfect, but not bad for a mostly quiet household. It is what you want it to be. A place you can play, a place you can eat, and a place that I sleep. A place we can make some art with our imagination. Love lives in all places underneath and on top. My friends and I say that this house has a lovely family living inside of it. No building to us will ever replace this home.