My home, not my house

A house is simply four walls and a roof, but a home has four sturdy walls and a roof that stores your memories. I have never had to leave my home to go to a different house but I can imagine how painful it can be for others. I have lived in my house for eleven years but I have a lot more memories in my home, not our house. My family is built up of six loving and caring people that live their life with me and my memories in our home, not our house. My home has kind people always walking around making memories in my home, not my house. I feel comfy and special because my memories are swimming around me in my home, not my house. My mom and I make most of our memories baking in the kitchen, making our whole home full of delightful smells. But out of all the things, my favorite thing about my home is that my family is there.