What Home Means to Me

Home is a place I feel most comfortable, seen, heard, and safe. When I enter my home, it smells like clean laundry, it tastes like ice cream on a summer's day, and it feels like when you enter your bed and it's nice and cold. Just a house doesn't make a home, it becomes a home because of the people in it. My family, my mom, my dad, and my brother are what truly make it a home. My home has my mom and dad making dinner together laughing and arguing over the dumbest things, like who's turn it is to do the dishes. At the dinner table where they say the other person added too much salt or did something wrong. Me and my brother think it's pretty funny. My parents work as dentists, but they always make time for me and my brother. Home for me means a place where I am understood and I am with my family. I love my home so much, I wouldn't want any other home. I have lived in many places with different types of houses but one thing they all had in common was that I had my family there. I am glad my school is supporting Habitat for Humanity so people can have a home to come to after a long day, so they feel comfortable and make amazing memories.