The Meaning of Home

Home is not just a place; it is a warm and cozy feeling in my heart, it is my safe place, my barrier from sin. It guides me through a stormy night. When I wake up in the morning, I see a glimpse of light as I open my eyes, and at the same time my arms are stretching as if I’m reaching for the bright morning sun. Then I get out of bed and go downstairs, and I never forget to check the last night's hockey games. When I walk to the kitchen, I smell the golden smell of my dads crêpes. I can almost taste them, and when I walk into the kitchen my dad greets me with a "”Good morning.” When the crêpes are ready, I watch my little sister slowly dump the maple syrup on her plate. When I am done eating, I go outside to play badminton with my siblings. Even though I usually lose, it is still fun, and thank you Habitat for Humanity for helping everyone have a place to have fun!!!