Meaning of Home
Once in Ottawa I walked past someone on the street. I asked my mom why he was on the street? She said “he was a homeless man.” I asked if we could do anything for him. We got him a peameal bacon sandwich. I wish he had a home or family. I don’t know what I would do without a home. Without love, laughter and happiness. Also, no family. I still remember my firsts. My first ten steps, the first time I ate, my first goal, my first day of school and my first friends. I wondered if he went to school or had friends. On day I hope he gets a home.