Home Is...

My home is a place to step through the door. To fall into my mother's loving arms. Home is a place to love and call my own. To sit by the crackling fire and snuggle on a blanket of peace, as my eyes drift closed. My home is a perfect picture of greatness as we sit at Thanksgiving around the crowded table. Or every night at dinner we are thankful for a great home. Amazing food to eat and a family to love. My home is the place for fun, jumping, splashing and laughing as I cannonball into my pool of happiness. And diving into the deep depths of joy. My home is the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on a sad gloomy morning. And the taste of chili on a cold, stormy night. Or my home is a place where I feel loved as my dad gives me the nicest massage on my sore shoulders. My home is the deep snow in my backyard. Where we build a towering snowman. And the sight of big sparkling snowflakes falling delicately, covering the earth in a big white blanket. My home is an adventure! By the water at my cottage as I watch the waves ripple and roll in and out. Or the smell of fresh pine. And the feel of rough birch bark. My home. My house is made home through struggles, and hope. I hope these words will make others make their “house’’ home.

Adaya

5 Année

West Montrose, Ontario

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