A Roof For All of Us

On the outside, a house is just a house. It stands tall and proud next to an array of identical houses. On the outside, my house is just as ordinary as all the others. When you walk up the steps and open the door, you’re no longer in the same bleak neighbourhood that you were once in. It’s vibrant and colourful and pops with life. A home is a countless amount of things- endless, really. It’s a comforting place, a sweet joyous feeling. A home is magical in a way that just can’t be explained. It creates eternal memories that will last long past the house. It’s someplace where an invisible sign hangs over the door, welcoming all who pass by. It’s coming through the front door and smelling the fresh food lined up on the table. A home is a place where anything is possible, where your wildest dreams are no longer just dreams. It protects me from any danger, any threat. A home is a part of somebody’s life and will stay a part of somebody’s life for many years. It’s where they can make a family of their own. Everybody needs a house, a home, a building to live in.