My Home

House. A house is made with concrete. A place made with wood. Home. A home is made with love and care. My home is a safe place to live. I can be myself when I am at home. House. A structure. A place to be bought. Home. A place where dreams come true. Homes can’t be bought. My home feels like a warm cozy hug that my brother gives me. Home tastes like a piping hot pizza on a Thursday night that my mom makes. Home sounds like my sister singing her music songs and the laughter of my dad when we play mini sticks (He beats me most of the time, but I don’t mind because I have fun and feel loved.) . Home smells like freshly baked banana bread and biscuits that my grandma bakes. Home looks like to me that everyone has a home and if not then I hope that Habitat for Humanity will find you one.