Home is Where……..
My home is where……..
My home is where I feel safe. It’s also where I am free from the world. Free from fear and pain. But also i’m free to run and play.
My home is where I don’t have to be scared. Feel alone and have to worry about anything.
My home is where I Know I will have someone to encourage me right where I will be.
My home is where I get warmed up after a cold day. Where my friends come to play.
My home is where I can be me. Have fun,be as creative as I want. Have no one tell me to draw this and that. I can do what I want.
My home is where i’m loved and cared for. Where I can let out my worries and know no one will laugh at me.
My home is where i’m loved and cared for. Know when I go home from school my mom will be waiting for me.
My home is where I have friends come over. Have sleepovers and play.
My home is where I have happy and sad moments. And at sad moments I can cry and cry and there will be someone to comfort me.
My home is where if i’m lost I can go get directions. Get help from my family and also guidance.
My home is where I live, get hurt; fix those hurts to. Home to me is where I am dry from rain. Where i’m also warm in the winter.
So the reason I think home means all of those is because when I went to Mexico I saw homeless people. And even in Edmonton and Calgary I saw homeless people. then that made me think ,what is home? So I took the time to do it and I’m proud. : )