Home

This place isn't a place, this is a home. It is an area where life is easy. It all started with mom and dad.Then came a daughter. And then another. And then the home was made. Between The 4 walls, love and memories were formed. Some memories are when I made my first pillow fort with my older sister. Another memory is when I took my first steps when I was 10 months old. There were a few fights but they were all for love. Home is whereI feel safe, calm and confident. It may change but the memories will stay the same. I grew up in a small house but all the memories were made there. When I think about home, the first thing I can think about is family. The scent of apple and cinnamon is what makes my home special. Sometimes I wish that the people who are experiencing homlessness would get a loving and comfy home like mine. No matter how many times we move, I will always be proud to have a home and a loving family. Hopefully through programs like Habitat for Humanity, other families will get to be proud homes too!! This is what home means to me!