Home

A home is not just a place where you sleep and eat food, although it is filled with memories of love out of this world. There are times in a home of laughter and joy, a home could be a street, an apartment, or a car, though, anything could be a home. A home is a safe place, a quiet place or a loud place. Anything, anywhere, anyhow. A home is not the same as a house. A home is a place that is full of love and memories, good or bad, but a house is a place where you live. A home could be bad or good, although it is where you live so there can be disagreements, there can be happy times. Any type of memories are allowed in a home, but not so many you can find in a house. In a house, you can only see a bed, a kitchen, and a couch, but in a home, you can see love, disagreements, memories of sadness, joy, and anger. Sometimes I wonder ‘what is it like without a home’. Is it lonely? Is it sad ? Is it happy? Sometimes I feel lucky that I have a home. I think homes can be filled with famillies of different kinds. There is not only a mom, a dad, a brother, or a sister. There can also be two parents that are women or two men as parents although, maybey grandparents, aunts and uncles, step brothers or steps sisters or brothers or parents could maybe even be the key to a home.