Home

For me, the meaning of Home is somewhere you can feel safe and love. But sometimes, a loving home is not always a loving home. Almost about 3 years ago, we moved all the way to Canada. Why? Because my family decided that we should start a new fresh life. I liked the idea, but I realized that I would leave all my other family and my friends. When I got to Canada, it was my first time to see snow! It looked so white. When I got to the house, we were immediately welcomed by my mom’s roommates we said Hi and ate food. A few days later, as I start redoing all my things again like school, I was starting to really like it here. On the first day of school, I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to make friends, but soon enough I realized that I already had a friend. I was so happy that I made a friend already on the first day of school! When I got home from school my mom’s roommates asked me if I liked it here more than the Philippines. I didn’t know what to say, I liked both. I liked the Philippines because of the amazing food and great nature around the country. For Canada, I liked winter because we sometimes get snow days, so I don’t have school and, I like the four seasons especially summer. That’s why I like both countries. I realized that Philippines was where I 'belong', and Canada was like my ‘chosen home”. Please remember that if you have a safe and loved home, that’s always enough.