The One and Only Home of Mine

A house is just a building while home, is a feeling. Love; hate and everything above my home is one. From India to Canada my home is one I say, why? Because, in that home of mine, there is warmth in the love and laughter we share together on cold nights. Home is where I grow and the nostalgia in my home keeps. Home is my happy place, and where I let it all out. At home, everyone supports me for the decisions I make and for what I do. Home is where sibling rivalry lives between me and my brothers – but that doesn’t stop us from loving each other. Home is where I learned to of love and care. Home is where my family’s dreams grow and get accomplished. Home is where my religion and culture lives with us. Home is where prayers surround everyone inside. Home is where I feel protected and accomplished. Home is where the passed aren’t far. Home is a place I can call my own. Home is where my family belongs. Thank you, Habitat for Humanity.