Home of Happiness

Home is a place where I can go, to take all the weight off my shoulders and never feel alone. My home is like a treasure chest. It saves all my memories including the best. The happy memories of birthdays, Christmas mornings and New Years Eve parties. The sad ones of grief and despair and loved ones' lost lives, is like getting stabbed by a thousand different knives. But through all those sad times, I would always know my home would be waiting and that’s where I'd go. During the ups and the downs my home was always there. No matter what circumstance, I could always share my grief and my sorrow or my dreams of a happy tomorrow. My home is a safe place from all the danger I might face. It’s not just four walls and a roof over my head, but it sure is nice that I have a comfy bed. It’s a place that has things that you can not touch like love, laughter, happiness and sweet smells of baking. I think of all the memories, and the ones that I’m making. I call it my home because of the thoughts, all that has happened sometimes it makes me feel lost. But I’ve always known that something’s been there for me. It's just that I’ve never realized that home is the key. In my home that has been built, love, care and happiness is all I’ve felt. Thank you, Habitat for Humanity