Home-A place of peace

Home is something that really means to me. It keeps me warm, like a mama bear cuddling with her cubs. It cherishes me with love, care, loyalty, kindness, wisdom, and joy. It comforts me when I am sad, mad, or stressed. It is the fortress that keeps me safe and loved. I am grateful for having a home with a family that provides me with food, clothes, and the support I need for my studies. I am blessed to have a home because sadly not everyone has a home. Have you seen how many people, called homeless, live in the streets of Vancouver and Surrey, and all over the world? I feel blessed because I have a home filled with good spirits and good vibes that come from my ancestors, who are watching us from heaven, and take care of us. A home is a refuge when your soul is broken, or when your heart is happy, like a hummingbird flapping towards a flower. A home is the place where you share fun, hugs, kisses, words, sadness, laughs, and dreams. It is the cozy nest that holds the best memories of our life. A home is a snuggly bed with clean sheets for you to have sweet dreams. It is music, dance, and the smell of popcorn when the whole family watches a movie. It is also the place our friends come to have unforgettable sleepovers that will last forever in our hearts. My home is much more than a house. It is a sanctuary surrounded by beautiful rivers where my feelings flow without negative thoughts. My home is a sacred place that smells like flowers of joy and love. My home is unique: the brightest star that takes me to the right path