Grade 5

British Columbia

Finding My Home

Finding My Home

“Beeeeeeppppp!” I heard the alarm in my sleep and I jumped out of bed. I knew what the sound was and I knew I needed to get out. I grabbed my favorite stuffy and my hamster, Teddy. I raced down the stairs and out the door. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. I needed to keep running faster and faster to the park where my family would be. When I got to the park, I looked back with a face of fear. I couldn’t see my house! Five minutes later, three big red trucks arrived at our house to put out the humongous fire.

I woke up the next morning surrounded by my family on the grass. They were all still asleep. I sat up and hoped it was just a bad dream. When I looked at the spot were my house used to be, there was nothing but soaked wood piles left in its place. I couldn’t believe I lost everything: my toys, my memories, and all of my happy places.

As I looked around, someone tapped my shoulder. It was Ken. He lived up the street and invited us into his small cabin. Throughout the morning, neighbors came by. They brought clothes, books, and toys to play with. They even brought supplies for my hamster.

As I cuddled Teddy and looked around at my family and neighbors, I realized something. Even though I had lost all of my belongings, I didn’t really need them. What I really needed was comfort, love, safety and warmth and my family gave that to me. I learned something important that day. Even though I didn’t have a house, I still had my family. My home.