Home should be special
When I think of home I think of happiness and joy, laughter and love, safety and hope. I know how lucky I am to have all these things because when someone else thinks of home they might think of sadness and despair, cruel words and hatred, abuse and captivity. Nobody deserves a home so treacherous. When I’m in my home my family and friends are there and I feel so special and loved. When I talk about home with other people I learn about the difference everyone’s homes have. Everybody has different experiences at home but they should be loved.