A Place nowhere like home

A place called home is where the air smells like homemade food and where people care for you and where you feel cozy and safe. Home is where I hear laughter after me and my family watch something funny. Where my parents cook and I take a look at their cooking. Home is not a place where we just sleep it’s a place where we love Thank you habitat humanity for the opportunity of writing a paragraph about home and building home’s.