The Meaning of Home
When my Dad was a refugee he came to Canada. When he he left he was still a baby so he was learning to walk on the ship. His walker had wheels and he rolled from one side of the ship to the other side. My Dad was sad to leave his home because he loved it. It meant alot to him and it survived 10 generations. But he found a new one. Eventually my Dad met a women and they fell in love and got married. They bought a home and then they had kids and I was born. Home to me means family and protection with lots of love and hugs and kisses and some where I feel loved and safe and happy.