Home is Where the Heart Is

A house is just a place, but a home means so much more than a roof over my head. It’s a place where I can feel safe and comfortable. It is more than a thing, it's a place where your family is. Just me and my Mom, that’s all I need. A home is like a pathway, that feels like it never ends but eventually you will get to a safe ending. Each room, each object is more than just a thing, it’s a memory. A memory that burns like a fire in the mind. My living room my favourite place in my home it’s where my mom and I build memories and play games. Best of all we laugh and tell each other, “I love you.’’ My home is where I am happy, but sometimes really upset, but as long as I have my family then everything will be fine. I feel as lucky as a bird to have a home. Sadly some people don’t have a home. I know how they feel. I see people all the time in tents or begging for money. They would die for a home. What they have is different from me, and my piers. I am so grateful to have a home. Everywhere in my home there is some kind of memory or you could say, a feeling. Even if things are not right I feel strong. Home is where the heart is and I hope everything will be ok. I feel safe and protected and that’s why I love My Home.