In a home are memories made and laughter, love, trust, and honesty is made. My mom says we are moving to Ontario. I never wanted to leave and make a new “HOME”. I never want to leave this ¨HOME¨. I never want to leave again.
Is a building, a brick house. It echoes and you feel that you’re going to break something. It has no family, no friends and no LOVE. It’s an empty house.