My Big House and it is my Home

No where else feels like home. There are many houses that are homes for people. When I go for a sleepover it does not feel like home. The only house that feels like home is my Big House. When I move houses, that new house is my new home. If I was homeless and I slept on the streets that would be my home. Right now though, I live in a Big House. My Big House is very cozy. I feel welcomed in my house. Other people have their own houses and that is their home My big House is my home, and I will stay in my house until I have to move.