Home

Home is not a house, A house is a building. My home is where the flowers grow. My home is where I learn to walk and talk. Home is where I belong. No matter the money. No matter the size. I step inside and know I am safe. Even though my address may change, I follow my home around the globe. And for all the people around the globe who don’t have a home, I write these words for you. In my community, I know there are people who don’t have a home. They sleep on the streets. They sleep in tents. They sleep in their cars. Just excepting their home is where they are. I hope in the future everyone can experience the feeling of having a house, to make and call their home.