My Home My Heart

Even though I left a place that seemed like home I realized that home is where the heart is. Home is a place where different cultures can celebrate. Home is where you feel secure and safe, also home is a place where you laugh and fight your siblings. Home is yelling out “PANCAKES!” every Saturday. Home is a place where you can weep or laugh. Home is a strong feeling of comfort. Home is reading my favorite novel while eating chocolate chip cookies. Home is the aroma of delicious egusi and fufu (traditional food) on Wednesdays. Home is a place where I am loved the most. Home is waking up every Sunday to go to church. Home is listening to music that brings back memories. Home is the kind neighbors with smiles that are warm and welcoming. Home can be hard to get, and I LOVE my home. Thank you, Habitat for Humanity, for giving people a home where they can make memories too.