My Homes

I have two homes, one I stay at more than the other but I feel bad for the other person. It is very hard to have two homes moving back and forth all the time. My parents don't talk to each other. They think it is all mine and my sister's job to text mom and dad back and forth because mom and dad will not talk to each other. I have done that since I was five years old. It is very hard on me and my sister, but we do it because we love them both very much. My homes are not the same. I have a bed at both homes, clean fresh water and good food to eat and something to do all the time. Both homes have a different story and the best part is people I love in both of my homes. And that is what home means to me.