What Home Means to Me

When I enter my home from school, I could smell dinner being made by my mom and eating in a hurry sometimes to get to basketball while my dad is working in the basement. I could see my basketball net outside as I was tempted to go outside when I was eating dinner and talking to my brothers as my mom was on her phone. I could hear my brothers talking as my dad came upstairs and started talking to my mom and I am most of the time talking to my brothers as it sounds like a crowd talking constantly and almost as if my bed is calling my name when it is super late. I could feel peace as I had dinner with my family at the table and had the same conversation planning what to do next and getting ready to go to bed because we must wake up early to do something exciting. I could taste the hunger of myself as I want to have dinner with my family and as I wolf down all my dinner and sometimes want more to eat after my family is full and have some cereal to eat before I go to bed. By the end of the meaning of home competition I hope that the homeless all across Canada will find a shelter given by The Habitat for Humanity to give them a home to enjoy and a family to build up their house, a place to go to sleep and have dreams big and small, to be loved and cared no matter what, and most importantly a place to call home. Thank you for doing th