old memorys are home
Home is were memories.Good and bad. The good are great and the
bad are horror. The times when you where happy and theres when you were mad. The times when you were exited, and the times where your sad. Home is a place for you. But there are people in the world that don’t have a home. They don’t have the feeling that we feel. They don’t have memories that make them smile. They don’t have memories that will make the laugh. I hope one day they will have a home, maybe someday.