My Home

My home By Kaitlin Olajos A home is not made of windows or doors. A home is not made of ceilings or floors. I may not be rich, and I may not be poor but my home means just a little bit more. My home is full of memories biggening to end. A home is a safe place where you can bring a friend. A home is different from one to another. Home has no sisters or brothers. My home is unique and beautiful on its own and I hope this will help other people get a forever one too.