The Warm Place

My house is a shield that defends me. My home is a blanket that insulates me. My fire crackles like a cruel witch planning her evil plan. My house smellls like challa, fresh out of the oven and cinnamon on french toast. My home looks like it has armour, and it’s ready to fight for me. My home is very special to me, and I know not everyone has one, but everyone deserves a home!