I live in a house, I'm part of my home.

A house is a place. A mere location. Home is wherever family and memories are. A house is built on a foundation of rocks, soil, and pipes. Homes foundation is built on love, joy, and peace. A house is built by construction workers. Home is built by family. Sometimes my parents would bring up the subject of moving somewhere, and I would get scared. But now I know that home can be anywhere. Whether in Canada or Mexico, we are always safe in our sweet home. Home is a gift that never rots. It'll never go away no matter the situation. The buttery smell of my dad’s homemade popcorn. The harmony of noise from my brother's guitar. The lovely aroma of my mom’s homemade meals. My puppy barking when someone is at the door. Home. Home is where you are trusted. Home trusts you. A place not only on earth, but also in our heart. Everyone has a home whether inside, or out. A place where you are safe. Home is full of fun, laughter, and hope. New dazzling dreams hoping to come true. Love is a big part of home as well. Cuddling in a blanket watching the dazzling stars above In a house you're all alone. Just bricks and stones. Home has a meaning, a big one in our heart. The memories of walking to the park. Home is important to us. We all need home. Everyone deserves a home whether they are good or not. Home is most of what makes up life. Home is full of love and care. Where you love family, and they love you back. Home is sweet, As sweet as honey. That's why it's not ¨House sweet House¨ Its Home Sweet Home…