My Home is Not a House

My home is not a house it is a home. It is a home with four walls a roof and a family inside. In my home there are memories and feelings like happiness sadness and actions like laughter and smiling. There is no home in the entire world like my home. Because of my pink room and my grey hard wood floor and my glass table. But there are some people who don’t have a home. They might be old or young or warm or cold but some people don’t have a home. If you do it does not matter if it is big or small wide or long in Africa or Canada because a home is a home and no home is better then your home.