What's My Home?

At first I used to think home is really just a building people live in, a place people own but home really means more than that. From every memory weve made to every single tear we've let out. I will never think of home as the worst place ever. Really.well there's my neat room, my brother’s messy room , and of course the neat shiny QUEENS room. Downstairs there's always the living room where the tv's are on a mess in one room. And my grandma always cooks delicious sabzi. From my first step to my first car. I’ll never let my home go. Homes are a warm cozy place. It's my only safe place. It's where I can be myself! The second you walk in its crazy but in lovely mode.i Love my home and ill never stop loving my home. We've built this house with tons of memories and now it's strong enough to survive decades, and tough times.