Portugal Cove-St. Philip's
Newfoundland and Labrador
This is my home, a place where we welcome all. A place where I can be myself. A judgement free zone where I’m never alone, this is my home.
A home is a place where you are hand in hand with the people you love. Where worries don’t exist. And in my home, when I’m in my bed, I think of the people who weren’t able to afford a home. My heart starts to hurt for the people who weren’t as lucky as me.
A home is filled with people you love and trust, where fights turn into forgiveness. A home is where you love and are loved, a place where you wind up in a group hug three times a day.
In my house you can be as weird and quirky as you want without being laughed at, a place where neighbors and friends become one big happy family.
When I come home the best thing to do is to play with my sister.
At supper when we say our grace we say thanks to God for this meal and having a roof over our heads.
I hope that one day every one will be able to feel the feeling of a warm home. Maybe if we try every one can share the sun. I guess the saying is true, home is definitely where the heart is.