Everyone Deserves a Home

I have a home and I think home is where you feel safe and good and there is no one to make fun of you, so you can be yourself. Your house is an object with walls, doors, screws, nails, rooms, and other stuff; but your home is not an object, it is a part of your family. My home is a part of my family, my life, and much more. It also keeps me safe from wind, snow, and hail. My school is also my home because the teachers and students make me feel at home; the same with my grandma's house too. To make something your home, it has to be comforting, soothing, calm, and whatever else you like your home to be. I like my home to be comfy, soft, and sometimes I even like it to be a little loud. I count lots of things as my home. My home, school, my grandma's, my cousin's, and sometimes my friends' homes too. A house gives you shelter, but a home gives you love and shelter. A house can be any building. Your home is your home and you can't change that. I am writing this story for Habitat for Humanity because everyone deserves a home. The end.