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The tiny pitter patter on the window wakes me from my dream. I quickly get up and look out the window. The dark of the night elopes around and makes me want to run out and scream my name over and over again. Just think…. I am not alone in what I am feeling. Snow, rain, wind, tornado, hurricane, tsunami, any form of harm can make me nervous. No, not nervous for myself but for everyone else who lives on the street. Homelessness in the United States is very common. Most people will explain again and again to me that homeless people are ONLY the people who live out on the street and have no home. But what could I say to that , you may ask; for most think that I agree. No, not only do I disagree but I also will fight against it. Homelessness to me is having no one love you or having no one care for you. Anyone could ask ;why do you even care? But I ask, How could you not care? The soft pitter patter on the window gets louder and I leisurely make my way back to the bed. I quietly sit and conclude that I need to go back to bed. These questions not only haunt me for the rest of the night but for the rest of my life. -- blog