Grade 5


What Home Means to Me…

When I walk home on cold winter days. I wonder how poor people survive this way. Luckily I don’t walk home that much. I wonder how some people survive in this slush. Thinking about life this way gives me lots of questions. How did they get there? What were their intentions? Thinking about people and how their life seems unfair, some must feel never ending despair.
Home should be a place of no worry. A place you feel you won’t have to hurry. Because it will always be there. A place you can always share.