My Family... My Home

My Family… My Home Some families are small, big, quiet, loud, crazy…everything you could imagine. All families are different in many ways, by size, structure and by their culture . But in my home… well, it goes like this. We love one another, respecting our parents' kindness , caring , soft , crazy, funny. Home is a safe place and intelligent members are there. But how my home story started? It all started in a hospital room when I was born. Family members crowded my house taking pictures of me. Everyone celebrated. But time passed by and I remember that time that I started to miss my parents since they have to leave the house for work. With my young mind, I learned that home is where promises are made and kept as shown by my parents. A house is not just a habitat.. it is my home… it’s where I grew… where I feel most comfortable and safe…where I can be myself. Home means…being loved and accepted. Even when I make mistakes they still love me every second, minute hour, every morning and night. My home taught me how to be neat, behave, be nice, be kind to others and think of others before myself. I like my home the way it is . You may not see it but I see who they truly are and they see me who I truly am. My family is kind , peaceful, safe, kind, caring, smart, funny , loud and crazy. And they are the reason why I always have a smile on my face. Thank you too Habitat for Humanity for all the things you are doing. You have provided people opportunities to have a house of their own. But beyond that, you have given people a chance to experience a HOME.