My Home

Do you ever wonder why when you are at someone else's house you are uncomfortable and scared but when you are at home you feel more comfortable and safe? Home to me is where I can be myself. Home is where you can laugh and play. From the roof to the floor there is joy in the air. When I walk down the street I see people with no home to live in. Before I go to bed I pray for the people who have no home. Some people are not thankful for the home they live in, but I am thankful for my home. Without the warmth of my house, I would be cold in the winter. Without a home to live, I would be homeless. I hope that others will have a home to live in where they can feel comfortable, be themselves, laugh and play.