What Home Means to Me
When I think of home, I think of warmth and comfort.
When I come home from school, I am in awe that there is so much food on the table.
Home always makes me happy.
Everybody deserves a home.
Everybody deserves a second chance.
Nobody’s “perfect”, that’s why we are called “humans”.
Humans make mistakes.
It’s sorrowful that people don’t even have a chance to get a warm dinner.
It upsets me when people in this world don’t even have a safe place to sleep.
That’s why we need to do something.
Everybody can do something to help.
Even the smallest donation changes so much for a person.
We can all do something.
Small steps to do something large.
Just believe.. Just believe.