Home means love

A house is not a home, but what is it you might ask. Home to me means love, it also means being cared for by your family. A house is jest walls, a roof and stuff but a home to me means the smell of my dad’s pizza and my mom yelling at me to get ready for skating and my cat meowing at me for food. home feels like worm blanket in the winter and a chilling breeze in the summer Sometimes I get sad, but when I go into my bedroom and look at a picture of me and my friend, I get happy. When I go into my kitchen and smell my mom’s cooking, I get super hungry. When I go into my entry room and here the same knocking, I know it is my best friend me and my best friend are like sisters. Thank you, habitat, for humanity it makes my heart cry. Because everyone deserves a home. Home is a place to share love because home means love.