When I Think of Home
When I think of home I think of a place to come home at night. A place to stay warm, to sleep comfortably at night. A place to love each other, and just to be safe. Unlike others who do not feel safe or do not have homes to go to at night, or to be loved. Or to not have the special occasions that we have or to not have family time. When I think of home I feel sad for the people that don’t have homes. I’m so happy to have a home to go to, where I feel safe and loved.