My Home

My home is my soft spot where we spread love and kindness to each other. A home is where you take your first steps and talk your first words. My home is where I can let it all out my tears and my laughter. My home is where I can have as much fun as I want inside and outside with the people I love. My home is where I can dress and act the way I want. A house is a place with bricks and stone, and my home is beyond words there's a magnet between my family and my home. My home isn't a house because it's my home. I am glad to lie in my bed and be grateful I have a home. So, to me a house and a home are two unrelated things.