Home

When I hear somebody say the word “home” I think of the laughter of me and my siblings, the smell of a freshly baked baguette sitting on my counter and the sound of clicking from my dog’s nails hitting the floor. A home isn't just a visual thing, it's a place where you can feel the warmth of your bed and the love of your family. It's incredible that habitat for humanity can build houses for people to turn into homes of their own. Sometimes I can take for granted that I have a roof over my head, good healthy food to eat and clothes on my back, some people just aren't that fortunate. So in conclusion a home for me would be the love and support of everyone I know.