A Home Isn’t House

A home isn’t a house. It’s the place where I make memories. A memory I made in my home is snuggling on the couch and watching movies with my family. I love playing the violin with my dad. He taught me when I was young. We sound very good when we play together. I like baking and cooking with my mom. We usually bake banana chocolate chip muffins together. When they are finished, my family and I enjoy them. A home isn’t a house. It’s where I can shed my tears and feel emotional. When I’m feeling down, my family always helps me back up. A home isn’t a house. A house is made of bricks and stones. A home is made from love and family. I like to smell the yummy tortellini baking in the oven. When it’s done, I love eating it with my family. Thank you habitat for humanity for helping to build houses for people that need a home. I think everyone deserves a house like mine.