Meaning of Home

My home is my Family. This might seem like a fantasy to some, but it doesn’t matter about the plumbing or the sump. Only my family, my sisters too! as I watch them glisten in the sun rays, what once was nine trees now became eight! As I watch one fall, my ma & pa call me for dinner, I see myself in the mirror, then I consider is my home actually my home really safe? Do the mice in the walls have faith or a real home, does the gnome scare to death, chase them away, or do they not care? Do they breathe the same air as us, or do they breathe C2O?