The Memories Of My Home!

My home is not just a place it’s a safe cool lovely place with that smells like my Mom cooking and sounds like my brother yelling. Those lovely memories of my family and me. My home means so much to me and I am grateful for it. The only thing that hurts me is that some people don’t have a home they stay on the streets. Can you imagine staying on the streets? That would be sad. I hope they can get a home soon.