Home is Magical

My home is not just bricks and concrete, it’s a place where I feel safe and loved no matter what. My home is like the sheer joy of playing with my step sister whether it's dancing to the beat of the music, or settling down to watch the funny shows on tv. It's home to me. Home sounds like my dad whispering goodnight before I snuggle up in my warm covers. Home tastes like my mom’s freshly baked cookies. Home is like the fuzzy tight hugs that my mom gives me. Home smells like my dad whipping up a magical meal. I love that Habitat for Humanity is making houses for those that are less fortunate