The Meaning of Home

When I walk into my home my nose explodes with all the familiar smells of my home. Home is a hug from my fantastic fun familiar friendly family. Whenever I go to bed it wraps its soft arms around me with a hug. Hon shoo hon shoo I slowly fall asleep. My home is like a fishing pond with new memories being caught each day. The songs that I play on my guitar dance silently across the strings in beauty. Home is an ice cream cone, and even on rainy days, inside the sun is always shining with happiness and joy. If I did not have my happy heavenly humorous home I would be so sad and have so many tears that I would be a watering can. Thank you Habitat for Humanity for providing millions of families with a safe place to live just like me.