Home is where the heart it

Home is where the heart is I wake up on my small mattress, laying flat on the floor. I have thin blankets and a flat pillow, but I am comfortable. I happily tell my family good morning and have a small slice of toast. It’s not a feast, but I am satisfied. We begin our homeschooling. It isn't a huge class, and there’s no fancy smartboard, but it’s enough. We all head to a dollar store to get some food, we are not in our house, but we are together. No matter where we are, we are a family, and even though we don’t have much, we are home.