Home can be two houses

A home is a funny word to call it. I get a feeling that I just can't hide when I say its name. I was little and I didn't understand. I still don't but it makes sense. Every day no matter which one I'm at, I know I'm loved. At my dads no at my moms going back and forth is not hard. It was perfect. I was fine. I got two homes that love me so much. I can smell the food but it's not the food in the kitchen I love, it's helping,talking and laughing. Not the couch. I love the living room, playing games and talking but sometimes I want my room by myself. Your home is not just about your family, it's somewhere you can feel safe. The pictures hanging on the wall represent us. It's like we have our own culture. We all understand each other. Two houses that's okay . It's okay if you have two families who love you lots even if you don't think so. I know, you are an awesome person. Everyone knows they tell me. Thank you to everyone in my family. The food you cook me, the games we play, I think it's amazing. Thank you Habitat for Humanities for giving people what I have. I'm lucky and they are two, two thanks have you.