My home to others
Home is a place that some people might have but other people don’t. Sometimes I think about people on the street that beg for money and I think about at my home and I feel bad.
Homes are a special place that keep you warm but some people don’t have those. Homes keep food for you in the fridge, cold and fresh. But some people don’t have those
homes keep you from the weather like rain then snow and heat, but some people don’t have those.
A Home can keep company like family and other people don’t have that.
In my bed I wake up all warm and cozy and then I feel that other people wake up on the street hungry, cold and weak. I want them to get home like me and that’s what I think of home.