When I hear the word home I think of a place where everyone should be and everyone matters and a place where everyone should be. When I see people on the streets I feel like giving them some money or just bringing them home with me. But when I see someone living by them self and not being able to pay for heat in the winter or food for supper. I want to give them money but I have no money. I think I’m lucky to have food every day, a heated house and a loving family. I really feel bad for those who don’t have what I have.