Home to Me

When I think of home, I see it protecting my family from the harsh weather. I see my loving parents working hard for us, but still having time to play a game or two. I see my two sisters playing with me, being the role models they are. I also see the outside, cold, dark, and damp. No one should experience that. I’m glad I have a home to live in with my family. When I hear home, I hear the TV playing, the laughter of my family, and the rolling dice on the hard cardboard. I hear the the ding of the oven, and I smell my mom’s homemade cookies. When I smell home, I smell the spicy foods that I can’t handle but taste anyway because my grandparents asked me to try it out. Finally, when I feel home, I feel the warm embrace of my parents when they hug me. I feel the warmth of the blanket and the hardcover of my book. A house is just some beams and walls, but a home? A home is the most priceless thing on earth for the people who have it. This is what Habitat for Humanity does, they make houses for people to make it their homes. But sometimes, it’s the people who are in it that make it special, and this is what home means to me.