Home

My home is where my life started isn’t that the same for all of us? Well not exactly, that’s because some people don’t have a home. People just think a home is just a place you live or something made of bricks but maybe it’s memories are as strong as a brick. Home is where me and my family will always be welcome, where me and 2 my brothers play and have fun there will always be people who can’t do the same. What I usually hear from my room is mostly sounds that sound like a hyper bird or an angry bear. My mom would have probably made food for my family, people look at my window and say “inside that house there is always peace” but the truth is nobody is perfect under this roof of a mom a dad and three sons, but that doesn't matter the only thing that does matter is that I will always be loved no matter what the situation. Some days we will be sad and depressed and some other days we will be joyful and excited. Some people don’t have a home they have to choose from shelter or survival needs like food, water and for this reason we should ALL help the people that don’t have a home by donating money to Habitat of Humanity Poem contest.