What Home Means to Me

When I was young I took homes for granted, friends and family, enchanted by happiness. The older I grew I noticed something was amiss, the thought that hissed in my head, What if homes, big or small, shelters and all, were actually, dreams for some people. What if, in some places, having no home was not an unusual sight to behold. Two or three families might have to share a household, because they couldn't uphold the greater weight of the prices, and some couldn’t take the weight of the power of the foretold future. To some families in need, a home can change everything, the feeling of being sheltered from the strength of cold winds, could be enough for a family to change their whole living. Having a home could mean everything for people because in homes you learn to walk, you learn to talk, and you learn to change the future for humanity. The growth of humanity by the day, means all the more floors and doors that are built for some, but others don’t get that privilege. If some people have a home, Why do others have to roam for some hope, to scope out a safe place to call home. People have to change, or one day this problem will arrange a day, where all of humanity will set a course to change the course of humanity.