What home means to me.

What home means to me. Home is a place where I feel happy, sad, mad and most importantly safe. A place where I study for the biggest tests. A place where I can eat yummy food. A place where I can have fun and be loved. A place where I can play with my brothers and family members. Home is a place where I can be myself not someone I’m not. Home is where memories are formed and kept. But, there are some people that don’t have a home. They live in cars, cardboard boxes and even in alleys. Some barely get enough food to stay alive.On the other hand we get breakfast, lunch, supper and even snacks in between. Now I'm not saying to stop eating but, the least we can do is donate to charities.