Finding a home

Hi, my name is Clara and I have lost my home. I watch others laugh and play while I just cry and moan. At night I go to a damp smelly place that’s deep within the ground. It’s called a sewer, one day I might drown. It’s dangerous to live outside a home, I don’t want to be like a garden gnome. I found a place where I would like to work, and there’s a really good perk. I want to earn some money, so I can get a suite, food, water, and honey. I can afford a suite so I can have a place to call home. My home is warm, and I have a family. Two young children and a man I can see. I’m really, really, happy. This is what home means to me.