My One and Only Home?

What is a home? Is it something made of brick, wood and sticks or is it a feeling? At first, I did not know. People always told me home is where my heart is but my I loved dance, family and so much more. But there was not a home in my dance studio. I was confused. In third grade things became harder for me and I did not know who I was or who to trust. But if I had an exhausting day, I began to realize that I would go to the people I loved, the only people I could trust, the people who built the place I call home. The support was endless. Even if I did not talk, I felt like I could still be heard. Then it was my grandad who said just a few words “Home is where your heart is,” but it hit me harder this time though, not just like a phrase but like words of peace. Then I realized all the kids who did not have that amazing feeling, the feeling where you feel safe and cared for. I told my grandad that I wanted to donate clothes and food to charity he agreed right away. I hoped the kids would begin to feel as lucky as I am. Home is a feeling of joy and safety, it can be a building, but all buildings are different. In the end, everyone deserves that feeling. I hope I can continue to provide my attention to helping others. I am so happy to be taking part in this wonderful event. Habitat for humanity team you made me understand home is not made with bricks and sticks but made with love. So, thank you.