Home

I never knew the meaning of Home until the day when I with my brother, mom, and dad arrived at the mountain where we used to live. When I saw my old school and playground, my old house where I grew up, the neighborhood I used to play and the Nester market in town where we used to visit as family, a bunch of tears fell off my eyes. I couldn’t lick them off because of my sad heart crying. The very next day morning I woke up and looked out of my window. I started recollecting the good old memories of my old house. And then I saw an angel on my shoulder. She said, “do not think of the past. Enjoy the present. Think about how nice your new neighborhood is, the new friends, the new school, the nearby forest and river, and thousand more things about my neighborhood. So, I thought wherever I am in, be it any house, I should be happy. A shelter is not something that every child of my age has and I learned to see the good side of things.