The question has been asked
What makes a house a home?
But I have been wondering, what makes my house my home?
My house is not so large and spacious as some – it’s cozier than those. Yet, it is not so small and cozy as others – it has more room for activity.
My house is brimming with beautiful things, like books and balls, fabrics and foods. But other houses are even more full of these frivolities.
My house is rarely quiet. My sisters sing and tell stories while my brothers drum on tables and beg to be read to.
My house is home to Mother and Father, sisters and brothers. Many houses are homes to families, but my house is home to my family.