Grade 5


When I Think of Home

When I get home from school the first thing that happens is my little sister will run up and give me a nice and warm hug. It brings me happiness but then it doesn’t. I think of homeless people that are lonely and don’t have a family and cant get any hugs or anything like some food and stuff like that. The only thing that happens is people throw a few bucks at them. I wish people wouldn’t Judge the homeless because you don’t know what got them there. Someday I hope that people would be more generous with the homeless and sit down and talk with them and see how they got there and listen to their story.