What My Home Means To Me

My house is where I live but my home is where my memories are stored The memories of birthdays and the memories of where you first learned to solve a Rubik's cube. My house lookes like four walls but my home looks like my memorie's and happiness from wining a hockey game. My home smells like my grandma's cookies, her coconut cream pies and her cinnamon buns. My home feels like safety and the feelling of sinking into the couch to watch the Super bowl. I cant belive how it would feel to not have a home, the feeling of unsafty. That is why we need to help people in need. What can you do?