When I think of home, I think of warm food.
When I think of home, I think of shelter, great walls, and one great roof.
When I am at home, I think of comfy clothes.
When I am at home, I think of dreams, wishes, and memories too.
When I am at home, I know I am loved.
When I am at home,
I know I am safe with my mom, dad, and brother to do both of those things.
I wish that everyone had a home.
I wish that everyone had the same happiness that I have.
If we could build more homes, everything will be more fair.
If we could make more homes,
everybody, everywhere can have a home.
Unfortunately, to this day, some people don’t have enough space to call their home “home”.
Fortunately, some of us have food,comfort and warmth. And that’s how everyone’s home should be.