My home is not a box with a roof on top. My home is where I go everyday after school. When I think of home I think of my home I think of my loving family. My home is not just my home it’s my community too. My home is way more than a house to me. My home is where I can express my feelings. My home is where I feel alive. I fell very blessed to have my home . My home is where I make happy memories. I want everyone to feel safe and loved like I do, with my loving, caring, family and home. When I hear my moms soft voice and my dads gentle laugh I feel
so safe and warm. Everyone deserves a home.
Home is where the heart is.