Home Is Alive

I walk home and look around. There is a home to my left and a home to my right. Then I look in front of me, what do I see? My home! I walk inside and look around at first it looks blank but then it comes alive. Full of memories of laughter and making cookies. Then I go to my room and read a book, turn on the fireplace and read in the warmth of my home and watch the snow fall. The flames tell a story of a home and a happy family living inside. And then I think not everyone has a home to live in, but I think they should.