A Home to Call Your Own

You see, a house and a home are two different things to me. Yes they both have a roof, four walls and a floor, but to me home means a little bit more. When I think of home, I think of family and friends who I know will care for me and love me till the end. I think of all the memories and traditions we share and all the kindness and love that fills the air. I think of the delicious food my family makes. Hot pasta, french fries and tasty cakes. Unfortunately, not everyone has a place to call home, but you can help those people on your very own! Every single dollar counts because you can make somebody shout. They will shout, “Hooray!!” because they have a home. A home they can call their very own.