A Place Called Home
I love my house very dearly. People very clearly have no idea that these people are in need, so we build them a house so that they can feed their family and so they can have a nice cozy bed. So, when I think of home, I think of family and sometimes friends too! I feel so sad when the people without homes have just charities and foundations to rely on, but some of them just give up. It sure is no fun being sad, to think that you don’t have a house. Home means being comforting and being comforted. It’s a cozy place, a warm place, that’s what home means to me.