My home is not giant.
But no one can take it from my mind.
So warm ,so lovely ,
nothing is scary.
Even at the Halloween,
there are only candies and laugh .
But not everyone has a home.
Some of them are sleeping in broken cars .
Some of them only have some wicked jars .
Some of them are rolling up in the paper boxes and thinking about what they can eat for dinner.
How poor they are.
There are people like this all over the world ,just like fishes in mud .
When can we put a end to the tramp?