The house is white and soft. it looks cozy because it is.When you look at you don’t see it as a group home.You see it as a regular house.
When you look inside the you see a bunch of girls doing their homework. You see one girl sitting there trying hard to get good grades. Trying to be loved. But this story is about a house. A house for it is no home.
For some this house is only a house where they can live. For others forced to live hear. Next door to this cozy house is another group home. No one lives there. With this cozy white house with all its quirks and decorations on the outside.
Its a jail for some and a heavan for others. This little white house with dark blue trimmings is where I live. For me I am forever trying to escape and stay there. What a beautiful small white house that I live in.