What Home Means To Me

What Home Means to Me By Ioannis Kasparian Habitat for Humanity essay My home is where I feel in peace, all the rooms in my home have different memories. My home’s kitchen is where I remember making pancakes with my mom. We had a lot of fun, and it was my first time actually doing something to help my mom make food. My brother’s room is where I remember playing hide and seek with my cousins, and my brother hid in his closet, but I found him anyway. My home’s living room is where I remember watching a movie with my mom at night, we liked it and it had a lot of funny parts then, I went to sleep and I had a good dream. My room is where I remember playing with my bird, and then I read a book while he sat on my knee, soon I noticed that he fell asleep, and I was smiling. My mom and dad’s room is where I remember reading a book with my mom, while my mom was reading her own book, then I went to bed and dozed off. My mom’s nail room is where I remember making a paper snowflake and my mom hung it up to the wall so she could show anybody who came to do their nails. My basement’s toy room is where I remember playing minecraft on my PS4 with to of my friends and we did a lot of progress in the world and had a lot of fun. All these memories are precious to me, and that’s why everybody deserves a home, and a nice place to live and make lots of good memories with friends and family.