A Place People Call Home by Akeanya Kennings
Home...? Where is it? I need to know. Is home even a place? Is my idea of a home just a dream? A fantasy? Is home At a friend’s place? My own house? A happy place in my head? Home, are you real?ant I am dying to know. Others are dying to know. Sometimes home doesn’t feel like home. Beaten, child labor, no love, degraded, cursed at, bruises. I’m nobody. Just an it. Is home a far place? Farther than where I am now? How far? How long? To Walk in My Shoes
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