My Home

There I am waking up ,the early morning sun shines through the window , a hummingbird greets me in a swirl and takes a sip of a sweet flower. I ris , get drest , brush my teeth and sit to have breakfast with my family. My home is a cozy place to rest , eat , and drink. It looks out to the vast ocean , sometimes I feel like I can feel my house breath and talk. I like my home and would like to help those who don’t have a home, but if you don't have a home please tell me how to help, I don't know what you've gone through or what you need to be happy, so I ask once more, how can I help you? A home is not always a house and it can be a loved one if you make it one. Be grateful and happy for and with what you have. To me a home isa family member, the one who shelters and keeps the family together. It is living even if the house itself is not exactly it holds a lot of life including you and your family so treat it even nicer than before when you finish reading this...Now I’m not saying you're not treating your house/home badly but think of ways to treat it even better. Now my ending words if you are someone out there without a home or house who needs help if you get the chance tell me how to help you get a home or a house.