My Home

A home is not a bunch of walls, a roof, and floors. A true home is many more. My house is sometimes cold which makes me sad, but a lot of other things make me glad. Every single floor above, holds the same amount of love. My home is where I sleep, eat food, and do lots of other things. My home is where there is my dad, my mom, and my cat. That is my home, and that is that.