A House is not a Home

To me a house is not a home, the loving care of my family is not in a house, the laughter of my family is not in a house. These are things that won't ever happen in a house. The giggles of my family, the laughter at the dinner table, and the reaction to opening Christmas presents, these are all fun things that happen between my family and my house. If I ever feel down or sad my home fixes that, my family cares for me. If I'm ever frustrated or angry they will fix it. I don't know how they do it but the warmth of my family fixes everything that hurts me. Home is my safe place. Without a home I would have no place to show and express my feelings properly. In my home I taste comforting food that melts in my mouth which my mom makes with lots of care and love. I hear my little sister's angry voice whenever I annoy or disturb her for fun. Whenever something really funny happens I see my family’s faces light up with a big smile on it. Whenever me and my family are together it feels special, just like home. If me and my family go out to vacation or a long road trip and we finally make it home, I can show my true feelings and express my joy about the trip. Home is like a pillow, it's soft and comforting and protects me from anything that comes our way. Home is like my PS5, it always makes me happy and rage sometimes but that's how life works, sometimes its good sometimes, its bad. This is what home means to me.