The Meaning of Home

Every day when I wake up I feel a strong sensation in the air. It's a wonderful feeling. This feeling of joy I know it so true as I walk down the stairs for there is my family waiting for me and caring for eachother with infinite energy. This, is the place that I call Home. As we eat our breakfast hungrily we feel thankful for we have a home but some do not. We walk around the neighbourhood with the sensation still there feeling joy and happiness all around the air. As we detect the joy multiplied by 10 the others without joy soon feel the shining sun. That energy is enough to make heaven all around. So the day starts to end as we all go to bed. That pure energy turns our nightmares into fantasies that we all want, joy. Another new day in fact a special day, we are moving, once we arrive a foggy black mist fills the air it's so hard to see that I trip on a sold degree. The sign is wooden and unsturdy like all of our hearts. The feeling is all around the air loneliness . We step inside as our cat meows when we all realize it's more dark inside, the feeling makes us wonder what it's like without a home. As we all start to think everyone should have a home, because while we sleep there are some on the streets, grateful for even a nickel. For home is the place where the heart is and the memories are made, every memory makes the house a bit lighter until house turns to home. Now as I write this I am at home in my special place feeling the sun rays. Because home is your special dome where the memories are made.