After reading “Homeless,” by Anna Quindlen, I realized how both I and my fellow Americans’ views on home have changed. In this day in age, most middle class Americans look at a home as just an item; something that you strive to replace as you generate more income. This mixed and modern view on home is the direct cause of society’s treatment of the homeless. I like many others, used to look at homeless people as dirty, foul smelling, and mostly lazy. In reality, the only difference between the average American and a homeless person is in the latter’s name, home. This story introduces us to a homeless woman named Ann on her weekly trek across her city. Among her few possessions, was a picture of a yellow house. This scene is meant to depict that
