meaning of home

What home means to me. I love my home for many reasons, not just one. I love when you look out the window you can see the beautiful sun. I love the smoky smell coming from the fireplace. I love my house for many reasons in this case. I love my couch cause its cozy and it is a super bright red. I love the feeling of when I lay in my soft and cozy bed. I love how lucky I am to have a place to sleep. I love laying in bed and counting sheep. I love how I have a place to go when I am cold. I love all the stories my kokum has told. I love the life I get to live. I love the gifts I get to give. I love the roof my parents pay to be over my head. Once again, I love my bed. I hate the fact that people sit on the street freezing and cold. I hate how they have nothing to be behold. I hate how some people are treated like trash because of their looks. I hate how some people get treated like a monster from kid’s books. I hate how some are ungrateful for not having the new phone. I hate how some are outside cold and alone. I hate how some survive on the streets. I hate how some have nothing to eat. I hate how some kids sit outside and starve. I hate how some people only have a broken heart to carve. I hope people understand what home means to me