A Home of Love

Home. House. I don’t see any differences. Do you? Yes? Home, where my kin, family lives. House, built by strangers, workers who build it for pay, Not for love. Home. A open space for us when we are sad, where we can express feelings and ask for help from our family. Imagine. Would you rather live in a rech castle built of brick with no one or a humble seen every day home built by workers and flooded with love? I know what i would choose. If i had an option, I would choose a seen everyday house flooded with love by your kin, over a castle made of brick.