What I think of home

When I think about the word home I think of a sweet warm house with a comfortable chair, a huge fireplace and a perfect family but in my real house there’s no fireplace, no comfortable chair or just a perfect family. It’s just a plain old house with not that much stuff in it but what makes me think about the large room in movies, is family and for me family is another word for home. When I first came to Canada, I was jealous of people who had a perfect home like in the movies but now I realized that it doesn’t matter the size or the look, what matters is having a family who makes me feel comfortable and if something happens to me, there’s always someone who got my back.