What home really means to me

The meaning of home is about the happiness and joy your family gives you, not the toys and the free stuff.My family cheers me at my highest and they cheer me up at my lowest.If I have a rough day my parents are there for me,if i need privacy they won’t bother me they’ll ask if I’m okay.When I was growing up i had so much memories with them like when it was christmas, and you had memories too! Like the time when you got that 100% on that test and had a shopping spree,me and my family cried together, laughed together and much more! Home is not made of bricks it’s made of love, every area is filled with too much!Habitat for Humanity made houses with love and care, they made it like this to make people feel good when their at home not sad and miserable.If it weren’t for Habitat for Humanity home wouldn’t be like it’s supposed to be,joyful, safe and relaxing.A house is a place you are invited and don’t belong, but home is where I belong.My family will always be there for me and your family will always be there for you. And forever they will.