Not everyone

This is my book called Not everyone. First I want to say what me home means to me. To me my home is a safe place to me because I have my safe room in my home. A memory from my home is, so this one time I was like two or three years old, I was supposed to be in bed but my parents weren't upstairs so I thought it would be a good idea to get my toy hammer and bang it on the wall then I just ran to my room and went to sleep. My home looks like a place where I can let all my emotions out from the day and just relax. My home smells like my grandma's rice when I just watch everyone talk and I’m aloud to go if it’s too loud or take a break because my siblings are crazy. My home sounds like birds chirping, it can be a relaxing sound, but it can also be very noisy and annoying. My home feels like I am my own person and I can be free and myself. My home tastes like the lentils my grandma makes for us when she comes over. This is the end of what my home means to me. I know not everyone has a safe home to live in. I know that not everyone has safe caregivers. And I know some people can’t afford to buy food, clothes, or live in a stable building. I really hope that these people’s life will take a turn for the better. And to conclude “ Not everyone”, I will reason why my home is important to me, it is important to me because I have amazing people that I live with and my cat. Thank you habitat for humanity.