What My Home Means to Me

My home is a nice and comfortable place where me and my family are staying. If home were a smell, it would be my mom's shepherd's pie right out the oven. If home were a taste, it would be my mom's turkey dinner with her homemade gravy. If home were a touch, it would be my great grandma's stuffy on my comfortable bed lying next to me. If home were a sight, it would be my mom and I in the kitchen making turkey. My home is made of love and laughter. Thank you, Habitat for Humanity for everything you did for people all over the world in need of a home.