What Home Means To Me

It's not just the bricks and roof that makes a home a home, it’s the love you put and keep inside it. It's a place where I hang my heart and where I lay my head on my soft pillow and drift off into a different world. I am really thankful and grateful I have a safe place to stay. It would not be the same in a different home or even in a different neighborhood, the home I'm in right here right now is where I will always stay. I will grow up then I might leave but my home is where I was made to be, where I grew up learned how to walk, talk and even eat. Some people don't even have a home, when I take a walk down the street sometimes I see homeless people and I start to feel sad that they have no food to eat, or no warm place to sleep. Everyone should have a home just like mine, a place where they can be themselves and be happy!