What Home Means To Me

This is what home means to me. Home is like a warm hug when I am felling down. My home is not just a place where I sleep, it is memories with my family and a place where I can be myself and shed my tears when I had a rough day. When it is raining, I know that I will have a safe place to go to and stay warm and safe and not wet outside. After it rains me and my sister rush to go outside and enjoy the day and that's my favorite thing that I look forward to. After school I come home to my mom cooking my favorite meals like goldfish chicken, pasta and the ribs and when my mom is in the kitchen, I like the wonderful smells like the pasta sauce, the goldfish chicken and the ribs cooking. It is just a wonderful smell. I want to thank Habitat for Humanity for helping people and giving their time for others.