Home is a place that I love. It’s a place that takes care of me. It’s a place of memoires. It’s happy and fun. I feel bad that people are homeless and sad and mad. They don’t have a lot of food or friends. I feel bad that people are homeless, sick, thirsty, and begging for money. Some people are in danger and some people have no shelter. I hope they get a shelter and money one day. I’m lucky that I have a home and a family that loves me and is nice to me. My Mom and my Dad give me food and water every day. And I’m glad I have a sibling so that I’m never alone. When my mom and dad are home I never feel alone. I’m grate-full to have a Mom, Dad and a sister. My whole family means every thing to me.