Home & Dream

In a foggy afternoon, I was sitting alone on a tourist bus, traveling through an unfamiliar street. Just then, I saw a homeless child about my age next to the bus stop, with a dirty puppy. I felt bad about it and also glad that I have a home to stay in. I really wanted to talk to her. So, I jumped down and ran to her as soon as the bus stopped, although I fell down accidentally with no pain. That was strange but I didn’t thought that much. I remembered I’m writing an essay about homes. So I thought I needed to talk to her. I went on and asked her how did she feel now and what a home was like to her. “well...” said the girl, “I can not sleep well, cause I do not have comfy beds.” “I’m glad I have a bed to sleep...” I hear my own voice in my head. The girl kept on talking to me “I am often hungry, I do not have a kitchen filled with goodies!” “I’m so lucky that I have a lot of goodies in the kitchen...” my inner voice sounded again. “I wish to have a backyard to enjoy the sunshine.” with hope, the girl said loudly. “I often played games with my little sister Isla and my dog Sunny on my backyard.” I thought. “And, and, you may ask others about their homes...” the girl tried to say more but I gradually could not hear her voice. Then, I realized I really needed to leave with no reasons. I really need more information so I turned around and suddenly found myself on the other side of the street. I found a group of people standing on the street, but they were all alone. I'm surprised. But as I am here, I decided to keep asking people about their homes! Why? because the girl I met just now told me to ask others about their homes. I didn’t know why, so I did. After asking everyone, I finally noticed some thing. A home is a warm, joyful, happy, peace, okay place... or more than okay, it should be wonderful. What's more, A wonderful home is to have family together! I also noticed something else! Why is everybody nicely answering my questions? Why didn’t I felt tired after running so far? Why can I teleport to the other side of the street? Why didn’t it hurt when I tripped from the bus? Too many questions wondered in my head! Beep beep beep... I woke up and felt the warm sunshine. “ahhhh..” I still have an essay to write about!” And I knew just what to write about! After I ate breakfast, I went to my desk and wrote: Home& Dream.