When a House Becomes a Home

When you move into a house with four walls and a roof, or maybe it’s a shack that barely stands up, You call it your house, and that may be true— but what makes it a home? Is it really just four walls and a roof, or is it something more? For me, it’s the family and friends, my special stuffy, my kittens, and the memories we make together, no matter where we are. It does not matter if you live in a mansion or in a cave, as long as you’re together. Family is its own house. Memories of kittens destroying our home in many ways, my brothers being brothers. Our house is never quiet, and when it gets quiet, you know something’s up. I love my family. Even though I have three younger brothers, without them it would not be the same. No matter where you are, no matter what happens, a house becomes a home.