My home

My home is special, quiet, and relaxing. My home is different, different than yours, different than there’s. My home is not a house and here’s why. For me my home is filled with happiness, joy, and laughter. The taste of my mom’s almost burnt cookies, the laughter from movie, the hurry before dance. The place we share our dinner that were so lucky to have, the sadness we share when a pet passes, the tears in our eyes. We will always miss that sweet bunny of mine. The memories in our hearts - some sad, some happy. The memories of family, the memories of friends. My home is not a house. It’s different - it's filled with love, sadness, family, and anger but we will always care for each other. That is my home, my home is more than the house. It’s the people.