A House Or A Home

I feel safe and sound in my home. Through a storm or the cold It’s where I learned how to do things I know how to do now. I’m thankful for the things I have, Like a big backyard and a home. Every home has a special smell But mine has one I’m used to. Home is where I see things, smell things, And even eat things that make me happy. My mom and dad make it home, Because they tuck me in at night. My brother makes it home too, Because he is so tiny and cute…but sometimes annoying. BUT I STILL LOVE HIM! My house is more than brick and stone , It’s a place I call my own!