My Real Home

Me and Mom were having takeout pizza at the tiny kitchen counter. I gobbled up my pizza and went to my tiny room and fell asleep. Hello, I'm Canela. I am an 11 year old girl living in a trailer. And you know what I want? A real home. Three months later mom came into my room and told me something shocking. “Guess whaaaaat?” Mom said in a sing-song voice. “Whaaaaat?” I mimicked. “I applied for Habitat for Humanity.” Mom has told me about Habitat for Humanity before. She said it was for giving people who are unhoused a home. My mom did all the paperwork and sent it in. I am literally crossing my fingers, toes, and legs for this! Five months later Mom came in and broke the news. “We are getting a house from Habitat!” Eleven months later, I am now 12 years old. We are driving to our new home. I am bubbling with emotion! My fists are clenched together. We FINALLY get our new house! I open the car door, slam it shut and run up to OUR house. I smooth out my jeans to make sure I look nice. My mom opens the door, and we see the inside of OUR house. It is beautiful! There is no furniture yet, but I still love it! “Oh. My. Gosh. This is gorgeous! I squealed. I ran to my room and flopped on the floor. It was perfect. Many people are like Canela, not having a home. But you, Habitat for Humanity, help them so much. Thank you.