My Home Can't be Different

Home is a lovely place, where every time you go home from school you see your puppy and she or he jumps up onto your arms. Later you check the cupboard and boom food to eat and have a sandwich and a sleepover and your friends play all day all night but as soon as you wake up he is gone. But there are pictures that cannot be sold. It doesn't matter how much it is but sometimes when I'm down and the frown on my face feeling sad I can look at my house and my smile is back on my face. I love my house. I do not know when it will be hated but it won't. Even when your mom, dad , grandpa or grandmother it will not be hated. Even so if someone else buys the house that guy will treat that house with respect just the way you used to treat it and even if the house starts to fall apart you can never look at that house a different way but you move to a different house and you think in your head when am I going to see that house you think again the result is probably not but to your surprise your only moving a few houses away you regain your love to your house again never stop looking at it. You go up to your house offering to buy it back and he agrees finally at last you have your house back you hug it you smile at it and never alone again happy ending.