My Not-So-Perfect Home

Everyone talks about how their family is perfect, and how they always get along. Well, the truth is my family is not perfect. Me and my sister argue all the time, because we are so different, but I like that. If we were all the same, life would just be boring. Home is a place where you feel loved, safe, and cared for. My family loves each other, and sometimes we argue, but no matter what, family is home. A house is where you live. The roof over your head, the bed you sleep in, the things you use every day. You can move from house to house and it will change, but home won't. I'm writing this because I walk downtown, and I see people without a home. Everyone needs a home no matter what. Even if you've done something bad or you're not the kindest, no one likes being alone. Sometimes you just need a hug or a warm place to sleep. I don't care about the pizza or ipad. I just want people to have a home.