My Home is Me

My home will never be where a residential school is. Residential schools never ever had love. Residential schools had very mean memories. The reason why they had mean memories is because people got whipped, hit, worked very hard, forced to cut their hair, took everything from them, and way more. My home is where my pets are, family are, friends are, and where I am. My home has memories. My home is outside, camping, and swimming. My home has love. My home is where animals are, people are, and food is. My home has joy. My home is where people are, doing something you love is also home. My home has happiness. My home is where memories are, love is, happiness, and where my heart is. My home has me.