Home is a place
Home is a place that people need. Home is a place where no one leads. Home is for family and friends. Are you lucky? It depends. I feel so bad for the people with no home. They might not have any food that makes them groan. I live in a house that I love. But sadly, for the homeless their love turns into a dove. Home is for peace not war. If I run out of cheerios my mom will get more. Then my mom will get some. So poor people come. That’s all I have to say. Yay.