A home is not a house

My home is not like my house. My house is made of bricks, Cement, and love. But my home is a whole lot more. It is where I learned to ride my bike, I learned to cook, and where I learned to draw. My art skills have gotten better and better. I love to draw. I also love to cook but I don’t get to cook too often and when I am able to cook, I always help my mom. Anyways my home is the best. My home is my world. Nothing is better than having a roof over my head. Not all houses are the same there's small houses, big houses, or sometimes it's even a car, apartment, and even a park. I love my home. I have a small house it's not that small but its small. I know I don’t have a big house, but it doesn’t matter all house are different shapes and sizes. My kind, loving family provides my yummy, delicious food but not as yummy as my grandma's food. Anyways as I said before all houses are different some people don’t even have a house but that’s okay. So, as I'm trying to say be thankful for what you have. The end