My Home

Home. Home is not just a house, but a feeling. Home is something you must hold close to your heart. But my home is perfect as it is. I have a house, a bed, and food. I have people who love me and books to read. I have a home. But you can feel not at home, too. I can feel at home with my friends and family. But you can also feel hated and excluded. I can do something to change that. I want to give other people a home. Our world often calls our house... Our home, but they are not the same at all!!!! A house without people is not a home. It is just a building. I have a church, and my church has a box labeled ‘Give.’ I want to ‘Give’and help the people who need me. I can give, so I will give, and try to help the people who need me. I am in this world for a reason, and I am not going to waste it. A home should have (In my opinion) Music, books, family, and juice. I have found a home, but I still want other people to keep giving and caring. Keep looking for your home, your place, your friends, and please, please help others find their way. I just got glasses, and it changed my life. I realised, people who have needs might not have the money to get it or They just might not be believed. Either way, I want to help those people. I care about their needs, and I think I am going to help them. I am not just going to help their needs, but also, I am hoping to give them a home. I want (For people who need it!) the help that they need. And for those people, I want to say, ‘You might not have the help you need, but if you find someone who is kind, you might just have a chance.’