A Place Without Home

A place without a home. It's cold with no family to go home to. It smells like no love. It tastes like rotten eggs and tuna casserole sandwiches. Why? Please don't ask. A broken bed like your broken heart. One chair, one shower, one toilet and one ticket of sadness. No matter what, a house is way different than a home. But a home is love and laughter, sisters and brothers, moms and dads. All I care about is a roof over my head, a bed and food and some water and some love to go, please. No matter what, my sister and my fights are okay because they end with love. Habitat for Humanity helps people that have had hard times. Thank you Habitat for Humanity so much!