What Home Means to me

If home was a touch it would be my dog’s warm fur when I’m feeling sad. If home was a smell it would be my mom’s warm gooey cookies on a cold winter night. If home was a sight it would be my school pictures every year with me not smiling, not because I’m sad but just because I do not like to have my picture taken. If home was a taste it would be me eating my dad’s juicy steak. If home was a sound it would be me hearing the birds singing their lullabies. That is what home truly means to me. I thank Habitat for Humanity for helping those in need. I truly thank you.