Home Is...

HOME IS… Where smiles are real. You can be silly and funny. Home is where memories are made. I remember the time when I slide tackled my sister in soccer and I SCORED. A house is where memories are held in a heart shaped wooden box. My home is made of love. A house is made with concrete and wood. Home is what protects my soul. A house protects my body. Wherever I go, I can think of memories made in my home. Everybody deserves a home to feel safe, warm, loved and able to make new memories. Home is my… Hero. By Sarabjot