What Home Means to Me

I see lot of kids, but only some homeless people. They depend on their trash, they don’t get money, but that to me, is not very funny, and what is sad, they don’t even have a pet bunny. But a home is not just a house. It could be a comfy place, just without a mouse. Imagine, not being in a home, all alone, trashed up streets, and it smells like pickled feet, no money, you might as well eat from the garbage. I feel grateful for my home.