What My Home Means to Me

My home means to me like nothing else because it gives me safety and warmth when it is cold. My home is comforting for me. It holds a lot of memories and it is a great place to be. When I am falling asleep, I think of people that don't have a home and I think about what it would be like. I bet it is scary and frightening. It would be a confusing life. Sometimes when I see a homeless person I say to my dad “Can we get them something to eat or go to a bank and give them a 20 dollar bill?” So we do, and it helps them a bit in their life. So sometimes it is sad what people live like, but they must have made a mistake or they had something happen to them out of their control. Everyone deserves a second chance and a home. So I feel for people when they are on a street and asking for money. And I feel for people that don't have homes because my home means a lot. And everyone in the world should feel it too. So when I am afraid I think that I am safe and I am at home. Even if it is a really big storm I am safe and everyone should be too.