What My Home Means to Me

To me, home is family and friends.
I have been on both sides, homeless and with a home.
The walls in my home capture lots of memories.
No matter where you come from, my family treats you like family.
My life is hard, but I stay strong because my family is supportive and takes care of me well.
Most people my age haven’t experienced the things that I have.
I used to go to food bank to get food when I was 4-5 years old.
No matter what, my mom took care of me well.
Home is where is goodness and holds caring people that love you.
When I am sad, the people in my home cheer me up.
Home is where laughter starts.
At home, people don’t judge me.