My Home

Home doesn't mean house; your home doesn’t even need to be a house. My house is warm and smells like food. I am grateful because I know some people are not as fortunate as I am. My home is filled with laughter when I know some people have nothing to laugh about. In my home my dog runs around free while some people don’t have pets. I am thankful to have my favourite foods while some people beg. I sleep in a warm bed, and I know some people don’t have a place to sleep.