The Meaning of Home

To me, home means waking up on a balmy Sunday morning, the sun glistening or hiding behind wispy clouds and knowing I’m safe and warm. My mother may be brewing a fresh and hot cup of coffee or tea but I never worry that she might be in the slightest bit of danger. We’re safe. But that’s not the case for everyone. Many have gone through things that I couldn’t imagine, from losing their homes and not having enough money to support their family to more gruesome things. But the saddest part is that some have grown up never knowing the soft, peaceful and reassuring feeling of a blanket falling over your shoulders and a mother cooing you to sleep. Everyone should be able to know that they’ll be protected. Home is a snug blanket falling on my shoulders and though the tv is blaring at the highest volume, I can still fall asleep. Everyone, big or small, children or adults, deserve to have that snug blanket be wrapped around them and a warm hug always be there. By Chioma Brampton Canada