Home is my world

I have a home , some people do , some people don’t and I wish they had one too. If they are taller than a tree or shorter than a door, at the age of 41, or and at the age that’s younger than 24. They should all have a home and they deserve it too and now let's talk about my home and why it’s important to me! One thing that reminds me of home is a fluffy happy thing. A little pink stuffy of mine that is a bunny if you want to know her name. She is called bubby which makes me think of my bunny named Milo on the downstairs floor. His fluffy brown and black coat reminds me that we have security all the time and the warmth every day witch warms us up on cold winter to bring us more joy, his small brown nose which makes me think of when every day my mom calls us down for supper when I smell the yummy fresh food on my plate what a blessing that I’m really thankful for, His happy smile on his face makes me think of the beautiful sun rays through my window every day and the moonlit sky and the bright flashing things that are the stars out this night. I love my home, it's my world to me which is the place that I'll love the most from now to forever and I’m so thankful for my home. I love it so much. Thank you so much for my home world. It's such a wonderful gift! And just a big thanks to habitat for humanity for helping all our fellow humans they are so thankful THANK YOU!