Home

I used to think a house was a home and a home was a house. Until I realised a home does not have to be a house. a home is a place where you feel safe, and loved. Although for many people it is a house, inside it’s something different. Inside it’s somewhere where you create memories that will live in you forever. Home looks different for everyone. My home is a place where my mom makes us spaghetti. It’s a place where me and my sister play with our dolls. It’s a place where my dad can tuck me into bed every night. My home is a place where I have everything I need. When I was a kid I used to look at the people who live in tents and think about how hard it would be for them. That's why I support Habitat for Humanity who give a hand up to people who need it.