what home means to me
When i walk into my home I feel loved. I have walls and windows, people and pets. I wont all of you to take on minute to appreciate that you are lucky you have walls and windows people, maybe even pets. but that does not matter. what matters is that you can cry, laugh, be mad, have fun. all of those words that represents a home. I did not realize that having a home is much more then a couch and a tv. It is giving and being kind to each other, hugging and kissing, loving and talking. I love my home. Every inch of my home has a memory. My walls, my bed room, every room has a memory, Every day, every hour my house has a heart and that heart gets bigger every day.