Home Is Where The Heart Is

Home is where I can shed my tears. Home is where I face my fears. We have love. We have care. Home is where we share. Home is where the heart is. We have lots of love, it goes on for miles. Home is not just a roof over your head. It’s a quiet or maybe even a loud place to be. I myself have hundreds of homes, school and lots more. My teacher’s say we are like their children. They say “our number one job is to keep you safe.” I don’t care if I win or lose, I tried really hard, but I understand. If I lost my mom or dad, every night I would cry myself to sleep. That’s why we can afford medicine and health care. So, when you get home thank your mom or dad, step-parents, grandma or grandpa or a guardian. And thank them for a roof over your head, health care and medicine.