When I think of Home

When I think of home, I imagine my parents' soothing voices and my basement where I regularly play tennis. I visualize the park view, the leaves dancing slowly to the ground in the fall and the snow falling as slow as a feather in winter. Home is not just a physical location, but a place where my heart belongs and where I want to be. It's a place where I can express myself comfortably and where someone would wait patiently and listen. When I think of home, I see love, memories, lessons, and mistakes that we all have made and learned from. To me, a home is a place for growth, learning, and comfort, where I have a floor beneath my feet and a roof above my head. Unfortunately, not everyone has a shelter or a home. Together let’s build for them and build them up.