My Home

My Home When I think of home, I do not think about four walls and a roof, I think of family and memories. A house is not a home, a Home is a place where people are welcome, where people are not judged for who they are. It is loving and caring for every soul or thing. A house is just a building, it is not even close to how loving and sympathetic a home is. A home could be a tent, a shelter, anything! Just somewhere that you feel safe. Whenever you are sad come back to your home and you will feel better in minutes. My heart lives in British Colombia, and it is my home. I know when I return home next, I will be happy to gather around my loved ones and be grateful for what I have. -Matthew Hrysio -Grade 6 -Comox British Columbia