My home is a place I feel welcome. When I walk through the door I’m happy to be in my house. Every one I love is in my home. Home is when my dad comes home from a long day of work I feel happy. A couple years ago my mom started to work longer and I had a dream that she died. I was sad because she wasn’t around as much as I was use to. My mom got another girl to help her. Now she is around more. I feel really sad for people who don’t get to come home and feel happy and welcome. Some people don’t have a roof over their head. People don’t get to see their dad or mom for a long time. A nice thing to on Christmas or any day is help people without a home. Let’s give them a good day.