What Home Means to Me
Home is warm like a summer day. Hugs from friends and family when your feeling bad. You are protected from danger, like wind and rain. With love and laughter in the room. Going to bed with a warm blanket on your back. That’s what home means to me.
What about others who have no home and nowhere to go, they are not that much different than you and me, but why can’t I just let it be. Maybe I live on the street and I have nowhere to live or go, but I do and I would let anyone in my house for free. That’s what home means to me.