There Is No Perfect Home

Home is a place that is not perfect. Home is a place to cry. Home is a place you sometimes leave. Which is when you have to say goodbye. I love my mom's banana bread and baked oatmeal. I always like the saucy, spicy food. The table is a family place. It always puts us in a great mood. My family Catan together. I smell a banana bread scented candle burning. It smells so beautiful. I hear birds chirping in the morning. Thank you, Habitat for Humanity, for all your hard work!