To me, home is comfortable, like when I cuddle with my stuffies, when my family
eats dinner together, or when I go to Toronto to visit my grama and grampa’s
Home to me is also loving, like when my dad wakes me up in the mornings
or when my mom and dad hug me and my sister,
or when I get to sleep with my mom in her bed.
Home feels safe because I share a room with my sister and because
I have my mom and my dads bed room is close by.