What home means to me

A house is a building with rooms and walls.A home is something more , filled with love , compassion and empathy. A home to me is family , wherever my family is , is home no matter what.A home where you feel safe but free , cozy but not squished , confident but not boastful . Someplace when you fall down someone will always pick you up . Somewhere you can be yourself without being judged. My home is special because it is filled with all types of different people . My mom is organized , keeps the house tidy and makes it a peaceful for everybody else . She sometimes puts everyone else first and herself last . My dad calms her down helping bring fun and optimism to the place . My brother , is the smarts of the house and always brings new ideas to the table . My dog ( Kobe) makes us smile even in the darkest times. A home is not the furniture of a place it is people that surround you that is truly home.