Home to Me

Home is a place where you make memories and you may think, well it's just your everyday building but it's not. It is a place where you are protected from hate, meanness and all the bad. It is always a place where you can feel feelings. A place where you can express your thoughts. Home feels like the cold bed sheets being tucked over my shoulder. It feels like the paper pages of my book. It feels like the comfiness of the couch when I watch my favourite show. Home sounds like the clicking of my game controller and the sounds of my dad snoring at night. It sounds a lot like ‘’when are you going to clean up this room?’’. It also sounds like the press of a button when I turn on the tv. Home smells like the stink of my dads farts and the smells of supper. A smell like the aroma of fresh pancakes with maple syrup fills the air. Home is not just a building, it's the feeling of family and friends. Not just furniture or the four walls, it's a place to feel welcome and loved. Home means love to me. It means family to me. You need a home. Everybody needs a home. A home is like a little friend that comes everywhere with you. Support Habitat for Humanity so everyone can have a home.