If Home Were a Taco

If home were a taco, each toping would be something meaningful. If home were a taco, the shell would be a warm, cozy blanket on a cold, snowy day. If home were a taco, the lettuce would be my family, warm, loving, and always there for me. If home were a taco, the salsa would be the SCRUMDELLIUMSHOUS, spicy, amazing smelling, food that my mom makes. If home were a taco, the beef would be the hard things in life. The “BEEF.” If home were a taco, the sour cream would be a sunset over hills, shining crimson, violet, purple, and orange. All of these things are just part of my amazing home. THANK YOU HABATAT FOR HUMANITY FOR MAKING THE WORLD A SAFER PLACE. Note Home is a place where I can be me. A place where I am loved. I also love tacos, but I recognize some people don’t have a home, or tacos.