I could feel each bump as we drove over them on the bus. I couldn’t wait any longer, I just wanted to get home. With people talking loudly around me, I sat in the leather seat with one of my friends beside me. Home is one of my favourite places to be and it is always where I want to go after school and when I’m tired.
Finally I am home! I yank open the door, unload my book bag and walk upstairs. Home is a place where I can relax and where I feel safe. My home is where I can have fun and just be myself. It is where memories are made, tears are wiped away and fun and laughter fill the air. I grab a snack and cuddle up with my cozy blanket and my cat to unwind from a hectic day. Soon my brother and parents will be home and we will have a hot meal together and talk about our day.
Sometimes, when we drive or walk through the city I see homeless people living on the street and under the bridges. I wonder what happened to their homes. How would it feel to not know where you’re going to sleep at night and what you’re going to eat the next day? It must be very hard and stressful for them to not be able to see their families and not to have any celebrations like their birthdays. I’m sure they didn’t mean to end up this way.
In todays world there are many families that go through break ups, divorce and other tragedies. I wonder how it would feel to alternate between homes? Would you feel torn between two homes? Would this cause more confusion, tension and worry? I like my home when my family is all together. My family is my home and they have helped me become who I am, my routines, my values and my personality.
My home and family are very important to me! As the saying goes “home is where the heart is”. Maybe we all need to open our hearts and help those in need to find a safe place to call home. I think that small acts of kindness can really make a difference. I wish that everyone could have a home like mine.