THE LOVE THAT HOME GIVES YOU

THE LOVE THAT HOME GIVES YOU by Saul 2026 I love my home. My home is where my heart belongs. Home is where I feel safe. Home isn't a building, home isn't a roof over your head, home is where you feel welcome and safe. Home can be anywhere home can be feeling a smell, a taste, something you touch, something you love, home can be anything. To have a home means that you feel safe and loved. Home is NOT the same as a house. Some people think where you live is your home but home is where the heart is. Home to me is a warm bed, My tom cat is what reminds me of home. A white couch and a black couch is what I think about when I think of home. When I come home I see my sister looking at me asking if I want to play a game with her. When I let my cat outside I see my neighbor's fat black cat that my cat does not like. When my cat lays on me I feel like I'm home. Sometimes she will purr and it makes me feel like I will never lose my home. In the morning I have breakfast in my bed and I think this is my home. Breakfast at home to me is a bagel, pancakes and waffles. Lunch in my home is bread with chocolate sprinkles. Dinner in my home is salad, chicken nuggets and pizza. In my home I have three sisters and my mom. My Dad lives in Penticton because my parents are divorced. My dad has a PS5 a t.v and ipad. My mom has a switch and a switch2.Two ipads one that broken and one that is fine. Home is where I feel loved, home is where the heart is, home is where I'm safe. Thank you Habitat for Humanity for helping families build homes.