Grade 6

British Columbia


I walk into my home. I look around and see my dog coming to greet me. She jumps up on me, her white tail wagging. I can hear my mom cooking dinner in the kitchen, the clunk of pots hitting each other. I smell macaroni and cheese, my favourite. I look out the window and see the wavy, blue lake. I feel calm when I’m here. It doesn’t feel right that there are other children out there who don’t have warm, safe homes. It is not fair.