The Meaning of Home

My home is special to me, a house is just a structure with furniture in it. A home holds memories, memories with your family, friends and even your stuffies. A home has people who love me and support me. At home I can hear the laughter and voice of my parents, in a house I can just hear the creaking of the floor and the breeze of the wind. Your home identifies you, in your home you have things you love. If you didn’t have those things you would be different. Whenever I get back from school I see my mom cooking dinner. I am so happy and grateful for everything that I have and eat. When I wake up every morning I get ready for the day, I eat breakfast and then I say goodbye to my parents. When I don’t say goodbye to my parents my day doesn’t start out the same, I am not as happy and I don’t feel as good. I love my parents so much and I don’t know what I would do without them. I love sitting by the fire and spending valuable time with my family because I know that I won’t have them forever. Even if I move, I know that my home is still in my heart and that new house will soon become my home. I hope that everybody has a home in their heart.