Home is the Place to Go

A lot of people don't have a home, on the other hand some don't even have as little as a house! So, that's why I’m writing this piece. I am so fortunate to have a home. I am lucky. I think that home is somewhere that can be cozy and warm when you need it, somewhere where you can feel safe and secure, somewhere that you can express your emotions and yourself, even if you believe that no one will care. Somewhere that you can be you. Funky, silly, happy, moody, crazy. Anyone of those could be you! My home is my home because I have a dog named Cheeko. He smells like a wet dog. He is brown, black, orange and blonde. Sometimes you will be mad, sad and frustrated but just know that, home is your home and the people you live with love you.