The Meaning of Home

My home is where I can forget my worries. It's a place I feel automatically forgiven, a place I can start again. At the cold wood dining table laughter fills the air, my moms tomato soup is delicious. I crave it every night. After dinner I sit down next to my grandpa on the brown comfortable couch and laugh about the hilarious thing my cousin did. It felt delightful. Home is not just wood and brick, to you it is, but to me it's home. But it's not just the house, it's the people and memories. If I slow down they slow down. Whatever we do we do it together. Cause its not the home its the people you live with and that's the meaning of home to me. That's why I want to help Habitat for Humanity because everybody deserves a home.