Home is not a building, it’s a loving place

Home is not just a house, it’s a place that holds a variety of memories. They are as strong and lasting as emeries. Every day, I wake up to a plate full of food. Every day when I go to school, I have a whole family in a good mood. When I’m sad, my father makes me laugh. I am lucky to have a home and not live outside in the cold with Olaf. I live in a community with friends and family. I also have a sister who is very giggly. I am lucky to have water coming out of the shower and not having to go out and grabbing it from the lake and taking one hour. I can rest my head on a fluffy pillow while others sleep on the hard floor of a bungalow. I can grab food from the kitchen when others have to go on a mission. Some people live in poor places where they have to make everything starting with the floor. Luckily they have a helpful community and they all work as a family. What a home means is love, community, and most importantly family. So it is not just a house, it’s love.