Newfoundland and Labrador
What home means to me
I open the door and look all around, what do I see inside of my home? I see those who love me standing right there, but wait just a second, there’s so much more, there’s a fire that keeps my home warm at night, there’s a roof on my home that keeps out the frights, there’s food on the table prepared to be eaten, there’s a corner with books stacked on a shelf. I walk closer and closer towards another door, I open it quietly and I can see there’s so much more. There’s a bed to the left, there’s a pantry to the right, I take another step then I feel drowsy, I get into my covers, I lose all of my senses, and drift into sleep.