A home is not a house

A house is just a roof with walls. But home is where my heart falls. When I'm not at home I miss it, you see? I miss it because it's a nice place for me. Even if there is rain, pouring outside, My love for my family will still get amplified. Sometimes me and my sisters would fight, But the problem will be fixed by the end of tonight. The memories of home will stay in my heart. Memories of happiness, fun, drawing, and art. Sometimes things could get pretty bad, But we all will get cheered up by my loving dad. But in home the things I love the most, It is my family, my dog, and maybe toast. No, I'm kidding, not the toast! But my family and memories are what I really love the most!