Meaning of Home to Me
I wake up and look out the window. It’s raining and I watch the raindrops fall on the glass. First a little, and a thunderstorm begins to start. the sound of the big thunder startled me. The power goes out and scares me even more. I see a flashlight and I turn it on. I see my basket of books and I get one. I start reading and it calms me. I see something in the corner of my eye, and I look out the window. I see a tall man wearing a jacket sitting on the sidewalk begging for money. He sees the storm and gets up enters a tent. I always hate seeing less fortunate people. It reminds me how cruel the world can be. That’s why I am so thankful for what I have, and I feel that everyone that does have homes should be thankful for what they have. Because life is full of mysteries. You could be rich one second, and poor the next. If I didn’t have a home, I would be very hurt broken and upset because its lonely being on the streets I would think. also, not able to go to public places because you can’t afford it. It must be hard to beg for money. I know I would be embarrassed if I had to beg for my own lunch. I would worry about people thinking I’m lazy and just doesn’t want to get a job. People can be mean. I’m righting this work because I feel everyone should have a home. I also think we should be helping people who don’t have homes.