A house, a home

A house, a home sounds about the same A house with Bricks and stones, Some doors and windows perhaps a yard, a nice clean bed and a warm wood floor. A home, a loving family Kindly sharing, A brother or sister, A mother a father always caring for one another. Building a house is hard. building with tools, cement, grass and so much more, building up roof tops and walls. Building a home sounds hard , you build with love not tools, building up dreams and futures, sure there are walls but not only walls , the walls with pictures of the love ones in your life. A house is surrounded by trees and plants, all the things outside. A home is surrounded by not only trees or plants, but also by love and the warmth of your family. When you enter a room in a house there’s a bed, closet and a window to, but nothing special its just looks homely. Entering a room in your home it seems like a room, but as your inside you realize all these memories makes it feel warmhearted. A house, a home not to similar, one you live in one you love In the end home is what you choose, where you feel loved and cared, not just cause you have a roof on you head, but also that roof show the love that the people around you share with you.