My home is a place where I have memories of my ancestors and laughter. But not everyone knows what home feels like. If I were to describe my home I would say that it is a place where you can find love, family and happiness.
When I see people living in the street I feel sad because they don’t have a home like we do, and they have to survive the cold freezing nights when it’s winter. We have a warm place to stay.
On Christmas morning we wait till our parents wake up then we cuddle by the fireplace and we open presents. Everyone should have a home.