Home is Not a Place

Home is something you can remember, something you can feel. Home is more unbreakable than the man of steel. Home is not a place. Home will never be gone without a trace. I do not have many early memories, but I have heard lots of stories. I was born in Israel with the rest of my family. Then we had to leave, there were terrorists around town. Me and my immediate family hopped on a plane and travelled to Canada, in Winnipeg, our new hometown. Our new house is filled with delicious smells of pizza, meat, rice, noodles and more. When I open the door after school, I hear my mom’s voice coming from down the hall, the sizzling sound of eggs frying on a pan and my little, cute ferocious dog Ace. We brought with us Israel snacks and drinks that taste like heaven. Thank you, Habitat for Humanity for helping so many families experience these same feelings.