Home

My home is not just my home, it was the home of many people who loved it. When my family moved in I knew it was loved by many people. You don’t build a home with bricks, wood and cement you build it with love, hope, family, and people who care. When I write these words on a paper I help someone have a loving home of their own. Where they make memories, see their babies first steps and first words. Where you laugh together, cry together, and solve problems together, in that house, in their house, their home. I love the feeling when I come home from school and see my loving family smiling at me and saying welcome home. Everyone deserves to come home and see their family’s beautiful smiles, and everyone hugging you because you finally came home.