Home is my backpack

Home. Well, my home is full of love care and health. My home is always with me like a big backpack. In my home I am welcome to be who I want to be. My sense makes me like my home way more. Every time I walk in my house, I smell the incense my loving mom puts. She takes a big place in my heart. When I go up the stairs, I can feel the ramp of the staircase, the same one I fell on. I can hear the doorknob squeaking and door cracking that tells me I’m home! I always see the same TV and couch the one that I cry on or laugh. OH YEAH! When its supper I love it because I can taste the new recipes my mom makes. That I can tell my sense make me love my home! I love the people in my family. They are loving, kind and helpful. We share laugh, sadness, EVERYTHING! The people care about me, and I know they show it by taking care of me, loving me and make me feel accepted. Thank you! Habitat for humanity you really help. I can’t believe how hard it would be without a home. Life would be hard for people if you weren’t there! Thank you! Habitat for humanity!