What A Home Means To Me

Home to me is kind and loving because my family protects me and loves me just the way God made me, and how He loves me. Home also means to me my stuffies, that comfort me like my parents, when I'm sad, or upset. I have two homes: my mom’s, and my dad’s. Even if they live in separate houses I love them both the same. In both houses there's laughter, kindness, family, safety, hugs, comfort and sometimes, tears. Those are all things that home means to me. Home sometimes has pets, and sometimes does not, but either way home is home. Everybody deserves a home, no matter who they are. I have a home that is caring and safe, and you probably do also. So home means having a home that is safe and doesn't scare you. So if you see a homeless person on the street asking for money to buy food, you could give them some change so they don't have to go hungry. Because if you had no home you would be doing the same thing, so home means not having to starve. And that's what home means to me.