My Thoughts About Home
What home means to me…
When I think of home I think of my sweet, warm family.
I feel safe and thankful.
I love that we have strong safe walls.
My mom’s singing fills the air.
I hear my sister talking to her friends on her phone.
I hear doors slamming as we go in and out.
I’m sad for the people that are poor and don’t have a home to stay in.
It doesn’t matter if your house is a mansion, a small house or an old house – at least you have a warm home.
When I think of home, I feel safe with my warm, loving family. I wish everyone could have this too.