Home

Home is somewhere where I feel comfort in my heart. Somewhere I come and my mom is waiting by the front door with a hug. I will never forget walking in the kitchen seeing my dog, wagging her adorable tail while walking in my beautiful room with the bright sun shining through my window and glazing onto my face. Going to my garden and watching the sunset turn to red to shimmery gold as the wind blows my thick, blonde hair back and forth. I walk in my house and smell the delectable food at the table. As I sit down I eat the delicious food my mom cooked. My favorite is spaghetti. The table where I sit is filled with love and laughter. Bell Island is like a little piece of paradise that I am standing on. Mixed with so many smiles and tears but mostly filled with love. When I look around me I see a beautiful island and that's my home and I won't change it for anything.