A Place I Will Never Give Up

A home is not a house; it’s a feeling of joy in your heart. A house is just made of bricks or concrete. A home is unbreakable. My family is home to me because I always feel safe around them. To me home is a bed with a roof over top also when I am at home, I never feel alone someone always has my back. When I think about it home doesn’t need a door, windows, or a chimney all it needs is a happy thought or a feeling. Home is like a puzzle where all your happy thoughts connect into a masterpiece. Home can be everything or nothing all at the same time. That’s why my home is so special to me.