Ojasvi

Grade 5

Surrey
British Columbia

When I think of home

When I think of home,
I think of the amazing books on my shelf. They transport me into beautiful stories, which I never thought could invoke so many emotions at once.

When I think of home,
I think of my family, who taught me everything I know and never gave up on me.

When I think of home,
I think of my room, in which I can do whatever I want to in peace and quiet, or while listening to music.

When I think of home,
I think of the wonderful aroma of my parents making food in our kitchen.

When I think of home,
I think of the wondrous and beautiful things in the world, all made into one. One marvelous miracle that I proudly call “Home.”