What Home Means To Me…

Home to me means somewhere where I can see my family. Home is like a freezing cold glass of lemonade on a sunny day. If home was a smell it would be steaming hot bread right from the oven. If home was a taste it would be a warm hotdog with ketchup and mustard. If home was a feel it would be a warm fluffy dog. If home was a sight it would be a gigantic mansion even though it’s not. Home always has happiness floating around. Home is like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day. Sometimes I say to myself I am so fortunate to have a home. Every time I go to the city I see someone who is homeless and I'm always so miserable. I wish everyone on the street could have a home. That's why I love Habitat for Humanity.