Home is Unforgettable

I see my loving family in my home. Even if I have two homes, I love them both equally. I love my home because for me home is the best place to be. I feel my beautiful cat’s fur, my warm cozy hugs and kisses before I go to bed from my mom and my dad. I smell the freshly baked cookies ready to eat. I love my home. I will never forget the pie my dad makes for me and the chili my mom makes. Home is unforgettable. I hear birds chirping beautiful songs in the trees. When I look at my dad’s home, I would see a brown door, black roof and two windows at the front. There are three windows at the back in front of my kitchen window. I have a deck. I love my home. At my mom’s home, I would see a gray door with a black roof with two windows and three windows at the back. I love my home. The difference between home and house are humongous. Home can be a city where I live and a house can be where I feel loved. I have a roof over my head and I have a cozy warm bed. Thank you Habitat for Humanity. I hope every person has a home or house.