Grade 6

British Columbia

Hastings Street

Home. Home is where I curl up in in my comfy bed. Home is where my family wraps me in what seems like all the love in the world. But outside, I see people who have no hope in their hearts. They have no homes. No beds to curl up in. No love.

Some people help the homeless. Most don’t. They just walk by. Why don’t they help more?

So, treasure your bed and the roof over your head. These things are like a shield against sadness and despair. Be empathetic because one day you might not have anything at all. Most importantly, remember what home really is: a loving, safe place where you and your family can live.