What Home Means to Me

What Home Means To Me As lightning cracks and it begins to pour I run inside my home. A warm place where I am safe and away from the cold. I bundle up in a warm place. The fire blazing and I look outside I say to myself, I’m lucky to have a home My mom says, “Sit down. dinner is ready.” I sit down and eat faster than I could blink dinner was over I went to bed and rested my head and again I said in my head I'm lucky to have a home I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep and I could hear the rain on the roof and the cracking of the lightning. As I drift to sleep but I can't stop thinking about the people on the street, the people that don't have a home and don't have a warm meal and the people that don't feel safe the people on the street. I fall asleep and dream that everything was good and there were no people on the street in the cold.

Annabelle

4 Année

Victoria, Colombie-Britannique

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