My Home

Home is a place you laugh and play, home is a place you make memories every day. But when I think about the ones on the street, whom don’t have a place to sleep, it makes me sad to think about how some don’t have enough to eat. Some sleep on a cardboard box and beg for food almost every night. My home is special I have a bed of my own and a kitchen down stairs with a pantry with treats, and a nice warm meal that I didn’t make but with love and care it’s the best meal I ever ate. I have seen people on the streets starving of food and water and some people who don’t have enough money to support their families.