My Home

A home is made of memories, while a house is made of stone. A home is very comforting and full, but a house is so alone. A house can be so dull, but a home is filled with so much sights. A house is frozen just like stone, but a home has people to comfort through those cold dark nights. Home is filled with so much smell, of my moms home made brownies baked puffy and well, but a house, well a house smells like dust so old you cant tell. Home has a sound, of laughter, of love, but a house has an eerie silence. Home you can feel mentally, and physically, that hard granite floor and that red wooden door, but a house has lost feel. At home there is the taste of Christmas Eve dinner, but at a house everything is so bitter. But at a house all you need is a spark, of love, of hope, and of joy. And then you have a home.