What Home Means to Me
Do you ever wonder about homeless people? I sure do! I wonder where they sleep at night? I wonder if they have food? I’m fortunate to have a home but know many people don’t. I will tell you what home means to me. Home is a special place for you and me. Home is not just a roof over my head. A home is a room, food, clean water, care, and love. When I lived in India, many people were homeless. I miss my bird and family farm. There are walls made of our love. Home is a big bubble that can’t pop. What do you think of when I say the word home?