What home means to me

For me home is a place where I belong. I remember the day of the loss of my mother. After that my family fell apart. I didn’t know where my father was, me and my siblings got torn apart. I went to live with my grandparents Memère Erika and Grampy Kevin but I never felt valued or supported there. The issue was I was traveling back and forth between Erika and Kevin and my other grandparents Bonnie and John. I hated going back and forth. I just didn’t like that. I wanted to feel like I had one place to live… not two. My second problem was after my mother passed I had so many emotions I didn’t know how to express. I felt it was unfair that God took the life of my mother and not my step-father because I hated that man. My step- father’s name was Tyler and he was abusive towards my mother. I could hear him yell and hit her at night. I was horrified! Tyler also punched holes in the wall! But last year we got sad news… Tyler had passed away! For some reason I felt guilty even though I didn't like Tyler was my sister’s father after all. Now I live safe and content. I'm happy I live where I do now. So my advice is be happy you have a safe home because it has love that can’t be bought at a store. Everyone deserves a home. The best part is now I get to see my siblings and father. I want to give a big thank you Habitat for Humanity for making this real thank you so much.