Meaning of home
Every time I look out my window there is always a boy sitting on the curb with a sleeping bag and a few stale bread crumbs. I always felt sad that` he was alone with no family to comfort him no warm place to be and every night he’d dream he had a family a warm house and wonderous food then he’d wake up. he was on the streets again with no family an no food an no warm place to be. then one day my parent’s took him in. his dream had come true he has
A loving family a warm home an wonderous food. The end.