I miss my home. I miss walking down the noisy streets. I miss hearing the laughs of the happy children in the streets. My home, my roots, my family. It’s where I long to be and I hope that one day it will be free. Free from sadness, free from poverty, free from complete misery. Where orphans would have enough to eat and a safe place to sleep. I may be far away and my eyes may not be able to see. But my heart is there and that’s where it will always be… Home.