Story of Home

It is cold, dark, lonely. I live under the bridge that my home. I wanted money to buy food, maybe the object that is useful. But some people think that I would buy cigarettes or unuseful things. I have a fragile cup that I can drink with. In the morning, I find something to eat in the garbage can. I was bored, I wanted books or friends who can play with me. When it’s night, I sleep with a bunch of life and newspaper. I go to my sweet dream where I want to stay there forever. My dream was, I have my family, I have my own money, I have friends that I can play with. But still, I was sad, I didn’t have those things in real life. I woke up in bright sunshine, I eat my breakfast. I go to the park to take a short walk. I talk with my friends, eat lunch and go to my home. I read books when I’m bored, I can watch TV . When I’m hungry I eat an energy bar and go to sleep. My dream was to play with my friends, watch TV, reading books. I was happy because that happens to my real life, too. I wait to be next morning.