H-O-M-E

Home is the usual smells of my mother’s food that may come from afar but will always stay with you. My home is calm most of the time but even if not home is sublime. When I walk in my home I run upstairs knowing that my room is there.A house has a skeleton and a shell but a home is where my feelings dwell.At home I am sheltered and never judged ,ever. Home is where emotions are free my home is where I can most definitely be me .My house has a door and when I walk in,home greets me and love bubbles within.Memories linger through the walls,photo or frame my home has it all.Happiness,togetherness,that's what home is ,culture traditions home is where they live.Chaos,peace my home is where they live,but there they have good motives. Home is non-judgemental and there family is always helpful.My home is where bonds are made,where I grow like a jade .Home is a part of me and being comforted feels lovely.Thank you Habitat for Humanity for giving other people a chance experience these feelings,these feelings of home.