Home

Home is where a family grows. Home can be a bench in a park or a tent or a tarp. Home can be made out of bricks or a hole in the ground. However, there is not a lot of happiness in those homes because their home is not safe. My home is where I can be safe and warm with a roof over my head. I am lucky to have a home that I feel safe in. Home is where memories grow and grow and where I have grown and grown. Someday I will stop growing and I will remember my home is where I grew up and my memories grew with me. Not everyone has a place to call home. Everyone deserves a place to call home.