When I get in my house, I feel love and safeness. But I see people that are homeless. Tradition and culture shine so bright. Like a mirror reflecting light. Loving and caring is like a song. Home is where I do somethings wrong. Home is where i feel love but love is more like a dove. Family and friends also siblings too. Mostly a full house but not two. Two caring families are like a pair. Everyone in the home not house is suppose to share. Love and caring is the heart of the homes. Mostly houses are empty domes. Some homes are burned down by fires. Homes are full of desires.