What home means to me

Home smells like bad onion, fresh pizza, fresh air, pasta. Home fills my heart with love, kindness, hope, forgiveness. Home feels hard, soft, hot, cold, squishy. Home looks like walls, people, dogs, books. Home tastes like special food made by loved ones. Home songs like madness, peace, music, movies. Does everyone deserve a home? Yes because I believe everyone needs a home. That is why I am writing to Habitat for Humanity to give people a cuffy cozy loving home.