Home, not house, home

It doesn't matter where I am or where I live. I don't make home out of my vicinity, I make home out of the people I love and live with. Money can buy a house but a home is priceless, the people in it even more priceless. A house is just an incomplete puzzle waiting for the last piece, the people you love, to make a house a home. My Mother, my Father and my siblings. A part of me, they make my house a home and I need their love to grow and as we keep loving, there will never be problems. I pray that the homeless shall have homes and not just houses and I didn't come here for competition, not here to win. I'm just more than happy to render ten dollars for the sake of the homeless through what home means to me ?♥️