What home means to me?

A house is made from brick and plaster, but a home is where we can depend on each other. home is where memories are made home is where we laugh and play. Home is where time flies, home is where we say goodbyes. Some people think home is just a house but it's not unless there's love inside. Sometimes we get mad at home, sometimes there isn't a garden gnome. Sometimes we play in the rain, sometimes we want to do it again. When I am mad, sad, happy or grumpy I can depend on home. That’s why I wrote this, to help people who don’t know how a home feels.