A Place Called HOME

Beneath the sky is a building with walls, it's a place where you can call home. Home is more than just a building of four walls; it's like the center of your family where the sound of laughter fills the air. It's a place where my imagination takes off. It is where endless future, big and small, clear and bright happens. All homes should always have love. Love is like a precious diamond, a place where love has no end. Home is in the core of our hearts, a valuable place where love and warmth wraps around us like a blanket. Home is a place where I feel safe and relaxed, It’s a place where I receive comfort from my parents. It is also a place where I come home from a cold frosty day at school and feel the warm air rush against my face. Home is a place where everyone can make memories, a place with much more than enough room for memories. Home is a special place where it's never able to be replaced no matter what happens. It’s where you can practice any religion you believe in and know you won't be judged. It’s where my mom makes delightful waffles and pancakes in the morning, a place where the smell of pancakes and waffles lingers in the air on a cold frosty morning I thank Habitat for Humanity for giving people a second chance to live in a safe home.