My Loving Home

My Loving Home By Lyla Home is where I am strong. Home is where I belong. Home is sweet like a treat because I have a roof over my head and not having one is something I dread. If I get sad or super mad, knowing that there is a place I call home is important to me. This is something everyone should see, I feel safe every day and that is something not everyone can say. When I cry, my tears say goodbye because I have a home that’s mine. I love my home and it loves me but sadly that is something that people without a home don’t see. It doesn’t matter what house you live in, tall, small, black or white, fancy, normal, there’s no certain type. It matters if you are grateful for your house because some people barely have a mouse. It’s okay to feel afraid and it’s okay to not feel great but knowing that I have a home and knowing I can call it my own, is something that everyone should know no matter where in the world you go.