Home is where the heart is

Home isn’t just a house, it's love, and making memories. Four houses - my sister and I, my parents not together but still have love we’ll see each other soon enough. Sad, I feel sad when I miss my dad. I would ride over hills and swim through oceans to see him every day. From the cool salty river, to the the warm fire - that’s what home feels like if you have a home like that. My home is like a camera. Every picture is a different story, with the good, and the bad. Even in the hardest times. Home is like a turtle. Sometimes I wanna hide from the world in my shell, It's nice and warm. Sometimes my home is a war, fighting from room to room, crying and lying then hugging and cuddling, we find our way to good. Home is a song of an angel flying up in the sky, soaring in the wind, flying with the birds, not always nice but tries to be. From red to blue from white to black, Nature is my home and you can’t deny that!