Home

Home. When I think of home, I think of memories with my mom, dad, my twin and little sister. Home is everything. When I am at home, I feel happy and safe and included. It does not have to be a place. It can be anything. It can be anywhere. To me home is family. I feel mostly at home in Winnipeg. I feel at home when I am painting and/or sketching. I feel at home when I am in nature. I feel at home when I am listening to music. When I am at school I feel at home. Home can mean a lot of different things. Home is wherever you call home.