Home Sweet Home

When I’m home I feel love in the air, when my family greets me home from school. I feel protected from the hatred comments given by others. The protection feels like a warm hug, all you can think about is the person with their arms wrapped around you with protection. When I’m home I feel the delightful laughter’s filling the home with echoes bouncing off the walls, like ice cubes being bounced around in a cold summer lemonade cup. The homes warmth is just like a freshly made, hot steaming expresso. When we eat at the dining table, mother’s cooking is like a warm fresh meal at a fancy restaurant. But better and more flavorful. The definition of home is just like Van Gogh’s art pieces. Each one of them put in with creativity, love, hard work, and detail. The art is painted in a certain way with effort. Just like home. Thank you to everyone at Habitat for Humanity for putting time and effort to help those in need without a home. Without you many families wouldn’t have a roof over their head, no where to sleep, and a place to call home. Everyone deserves a home.