As I eat dinner my dad asks me what I did in school. I’m not listening though I’m thinking about the people who don’t have homes. They don’t have shelter or a place to protect them from harm or when the rain comes nowhere left to run. A home is not a home until the day people come but if there is no one who goes in it then it will be gone. For my home suits me and your home suits you but there is a lot of things we can do for those people that don’t have a roof under their heads.