Home is My Pride

Home isn't just a building or a shelter, it's where you feel love,comfort,and safety. Home is my pride, it's where I belong, where I was born. I wasn't born in Canada, in fact in India, my hometown where I was born .I try my best to improve in school,because my family does everything for me and my sister. I can try and be excellent at my schoolwork,my moms face tells me I can try. But the most common things are very annoying but yet normal,my 4 year old sister taking only 3 minutes to go use the bathroom and my dad driving the car a little fast on the ice during winter carelessly, causing me to get scared,but yet love never slips.and mamas pizza,papas funny singing,my sisters weird dance moves,my grandmas stories and my grandpa picking me up, are funny and loveable memories I will always carry right in my heart. And all of the happiness,love,and memories are highly full of care and comfort, something I will carry forever and ever.all the nights I've rested in one single comfy blanket with my grandparents is one long full movie of comfort that plays every night in my heart as i drift of to a warm sleep. Love isn't just a word, it's a memory, it's comfort,and most importantly your family is full of it, every night and every day. And just know you aren't sleeping under a roof,you're sleeping under warmth,care,love,and comfort.all those times in india that my grandma has told me stories and now in canada taught me how to do chores, im working on some of them but it's nice to have a teacher who's your own grandma. And all those times how my grandpa has told me his experience in military training are always interesting days.one thing is true tho, FAMILY IS FOREVER. and I am grateful that god gave me this wonderful family.comfort,care,love,happiness.Home is My Pride.