My 2 homes

At first, I had a small home. I slept in the basement Just a baby I was alone My crib was small. My parents decided we should renovate, So that’s what we did. We slept in many houses, waiting. But they weren’t homes to me. They were just houses. I’ve made many memories in them, But that doesn’t mean they’re my home. Finally, my home was ready. Finally, my home was enough. Finally, I was home. I’ve lived in that home for 10 years. And it’s mine. When I think of home, I think of my living room With the fireplace on The smell of pine scented candles burning. Or my bedroom, With my bed made My cat sleeping on my beanbag. But that’s not my only home. Have you ever heard of Denman Island? It was my grandparents home Before they moved But I wish they never had. Because it is a magical place Where fairies would live. The forest lush, The moss vibrant, Birds chirping gracefully And petrichor filling the air. That is where I feel at home. But when I found out My grandparents were moving My heart fell I couldn’t speak I couldn’t even think. All I knew Was my home.. Was gone. Forever. When I think about the fact That my home is gone I’ll never see it again Makes my eyes well My heart pump faster. It makes me want to run and hide In the darkest place Where no one can find me. But I don’t think anyone should feel that way. So that’s why I’m saying Thank you To Habitat for Humanity, To make sure Everyone has a Home.