Home is the nicest word

Home is the nicest word there is. Home is like a bright Christmas morning, The sound of my family laughing brings joy, happiness and love to me .Home is where you are loved, you can be yourself and no more hiding secrets. When there’s a storm, nothing will happen, because your family is there for you,and I can’t think of anything nicer than sitting on the soft couch , watching movies,with a nice warm blanket,and your family cuddling with you .A house is built to protect you from storms and blizzards. And it’s there to keep you warm. But a home is to make memories,having fun and a home is a place to be loved,being brave and playing fun games But a house, like I said only has a roof, walls, and rooms (and I am happy I have a roof over my head but I am sad for people that do not). The home grows stronger and stronger when love and happiness shows, but when hate and dislike shows the home starts to break and crumble. So I am very grateful to Habitat for Humanity for making good homes for people, and even if I don’t win, at least some people will have a comfy bed to sleep at night. So I just hope this will earn at least some money so people have a cozy place to sleep in N.S. and to make memories. (Thank you Habitat for Humanity)