A Building and a Home

Home and a building are two different things. It’s like comparing the sound of smashing and ringing. A home is a place where you are loved. A place where you can stay without being judged. A building is a structure built by working together. It’s built even in bad weather. When my parents bought a building, They were definitely not kidding. Even though it was a good day, no rain, They still were about to go insane. Taxes, bills, the cost of the house. When I look back, I feel proud. I hope by writing this short poem, I can help someone without a home.