Meaning of home
November 4 2016. Meaning of home
I am petting my fluffy dog when I hear a car engine slow as a black car turns into the steep rocky driveway. Finally ,I think. My dog looked like a ball of running to the door. “Stop running in circles.” I tell him.
I smile, “can you read my mind?” I ask him. He just looks at me. I race outside to meet my
Family. The smell of tree sap calms me as I run crisp fall leaves crunching under my feet.
I love that I have a nice safe place to call home. Sadly not everyone has that. There are people all over Canada who don’t have house to call home. That means that there are kids sitting on the side of the roads waiting for their parents to come home.
Home does not have to be a house. Home is where your family is. Home is where you can feel safe and free to be yourself. Home is where the heart is.
I have a house to come home to but I don’t think of it as a house I think of it as home. I am glad
that me and all of my family have a house to come home to. I hate that there are people who don’t have homes. How could you help stop homelessness?