My Home

My home is not a place on a silly street it is a place in my heart filled with memories. The bird’s sore throat the sky and the neighbors say “Hi”. My heart filled with joy as my sister plays with her toys. My home is my life and my life is great. I would not want to have it any other way. Living without my house would be as easy as being a rich mouse. But living without my home would be as hard as breaking a dome. My house is as simple as a chair but my home is a big home not foam or a big scary bear. It is a place filled with grace. We lighten each other with love and there might be a few bugs. I can not ask for anything else but others wish they had more than a house. Family and friends would always be better than a soft bed. The people who care the people you love are the only people you need to live on. My parents built this house which was at the start as small as a mouse. The bricks were broken and the windows shattered, all that was left was nothing that mattered. It was extremely hard, the building, the bill’s and the tax was at the max. But with a lot of effort we made it work. Soon it was a house with a couch and a home. Now a gnome will greet you with hope for you to come back and think about the work. It is now not a house, it is a home with no fright. It is a place with so much light. You should come again and see it all. I promise you won't see a house with only a hall. My home is where I learn to talk and walk. My home is a place where we share and dare. I never feel alone when I think of home! A home is a place where you should never be sad or mad. Habitat for humanity is a place better than cake. It is a place where you can stand tall and never fall. Follow your dreams and you will see just how happy your heart will be.