What Home Means to Me

As I walk through each room in my new house, I realize the structure is not what home is about. My home is a place where I feel secure, I know that no one can hurt me here. As I walk through the halls I listen and hear, Laughing and noises throughout the air but most importantly family is there. In my house so stable and strong, we have furniture and carpets but that’s not all. Our fireplace is not just a fire, its place to go, to talk, to gather. Our bedroom is not just a place to sleep, but a place to share your feelings and thoughts, no matter how deep. And though family is what makes a home complete, It also keeps you warm and is a good place to sleep. And so i think that everyone young and old should have a nice place to stay their own household. But the problem is that is just not reality and now we need to make it more than a fantasy. The thought that people near and far have nowhere to stay well, it pierces my heart. And so I think we need to take a stand make sure that everyone gets a helping hand and a house that they can make a home.