Home

To me, home is love, where you grew up, where you make memories. Home is where you feel feelings. Where my family eats, sleeps and breathes. The main idea of a house is to live in it, but it’s more, it’s where you love, where you cry, it’s where you clap your hands, it’s where you make memories. You don’t have to be rich to have memories. As long as you have family you’ll live the best life you possibly can. The memories make life that much richer. Nothing can take a family apart, even if you're all the way across the world, you're connected by love. A house isn’t just a title, or a place you live in, it’s the best place possible, it may not have an arcade, or have a roller coaster in the kitchen, a home has life, love, and most importantly a family to thrive within its walls. When you look around you don’t see a kitchen just like your neighbors, or a lamp just like your aunties. What you do see is all the scratches, dents, and imperfections. No family will ever be alike, and that's just like your home, no other home will have the same scratch in the same spot. No other home would have pictures of your drawings and creations. Your home has a roof, walls and a floor. But your house has more, it has life, dimension. Some people are on the streets or not in a safe house. Everyone deserves a house, to call their own. It may not be big or fancy, it might just be an apartment size. But no one needs to suffer without a house. You may just think of a house as a house, but it’s more, it’s a home, your home.