Home is like a memory.

If home was a touch it would be the warmth my parents provide me and a wonderful place with laughter everywhere. Home isn't just a place. It carries a message and makes each word, laughter, joke, and almost everything a lifetime memory. As I come home I hear my baby brother babbling words, yes, I do not understand him but each babble makes a cute, sweet memory. You would ask ‘’how?’’ Well, even if he can't speak he tries and makes a memory we could tell him when he's a bit older and he'll laugh his heart out. When I come to my room I see teddy bears which I used to love to play with! I used to consider them my friends when no one even wanted to be my friend. When I used to be little I used to think they were real and actually wanted to be friends. My mum used to think I was crazy! But in reality I was just trying to fit in and was struggling. At home I hear birds chirping. They remind me of freedom. You would ask, “freedom?” Yes freedom, the freedom every one deserves. No matter their background, religion, clothes, wealth, and beliefs. Everyone is special and no one can ever change that. And birds come in so many different things like having big feathers or being colorful. And we still love them, adore them, and cherish them. That's exactly what you should do as well. adore you, cherish you, love you and lastly respect yourself like my home gives me . I am really grateful to Habitat for Humanity for helping out people who are in need to get a home. Thank you Habitat for humanity for helping people out.