Home

Home shines like the moon on a dark night. Home spreads its happiness like a beam of light. Home feels safe, secure, and right. Home is filled with laughs, smiles and peace. Home is a place where me and my brother play, where we fight, but are still friends for another day. Home is a place where I feel safe, it’s like a refugee from a huge, crushing day. When I go home at the end of the day, I feel happy. Happy to see my brother, happy to be back with my parents. Happy to see my two cats. Because that’s home to me. Home doesn’t have to be a building. Or a house. It can be anywhere where you feel safe, and loved. Maybe school can feel like home. Maybe Art class can, too. Or gymnastics. Or improve. (if you do it). Home for me is with my family. And I hope you can find your home, too.