Newfoundland and Labrador
What is home?
The sound of my sister yelling angrily to my mom as loud as she can.
Me and my brother throwing Orbeez at my sister and poking holes in a water bottle and spraying her with it.
And then we all get over it.
Home is walking in after school smelling the nice freshly cooked muffins just out of the oven.
Hearing Fox News on the tv and then tasting the delicious muffin.
Home could be anything; school, or even a cabin.
My house isn’t a big fancy house like those in Beverly Hills. Our house has 4 bedrooms.
But a big, fancy house is not home to me.
I would rather a tiny house than a big 25 story house because I would feel
safer in a tiny house because you can find people in the tiny house.
This is home to me.