The Feeling of Home

I wake up. It’s Saturday. And I’m home. The rest of my family is already up. I can hear friendly chatter, laughter, and music. I head downstairs. My dad is at the table doing impossible puzzles. My mom’s in her favourite chair reading. My sister is drawing at the kitchen island. My cat’s curled up in an adorable ball on the couch. He’s a fluffy little pillow. Everybody is comfortable and happy as bears during hibernation. It’s snowing outside, but we’re all warm and cozy. My mom tells me and my sister that we can make pancakes for breakfast if we want. Soon the delicious smell of pancakes is floating through the kitchen, though it feels like months until they are ready. My cat is sprinting around the kitchen looking for crumbs. He’s as fast as a race car when he wants to be. After breakfast, I’m in my safe bedroom reading fantasy novels, and then I head back down to play an intense game of UNO with my family. My sister wins. She’s as fierce as a tiger. This is the perfect scene for me. Home looks different for everybody. Some people don’t have a home. But everyone should. Safety. Warmth. Happiness. Love. Fullness. Everyone deserves these things. Everyone deserves a home.