My Home is Special

For me, whenever someone says the word “home”, the first thing that comes to my mind is all the things that I can do at home. Playing sock dodgeball, laughing loudly or yelling while playing video games and sliding down the stairs, makes me happy, high alert and is lots of fun! Home is the place where I can be with my family. Wherever my family is, it is always my home. When my family lived in Waterloo before, Waterloo was my home. When my family moved to Ottawa, Ottawa became my home. Home is a place of comfort, where I can sleep comfortably with warm blankets, puffy pillows, and cute stuffies. I have my own room where I can decorate with posters, drawings, pictures, stickers, crafts and the awards. A mini library is set up in the room where I also enjoy writing my own books. Home is a place of celebration. We celebrate family members’ birthdays at home. We celebrate special holidays like Chinese New Year at home. We sometimes invite our friends over to have parties with delicious food that my grandma cooks. Home is a place of pleasure. A place where I sing, draw, play the piano or guitar and more. A place where me and my family set up the trampoline and hammock in the backyard to play in summer. A place where me and my little sister build snow forts on the deck in winter. A place where me and my little sister build Lego sets that fill up half of the basement. A place where I feed and name the squirrels in the backyard. But what about the people that do not have a home? They may not feel safe or comfortable like I do at my home. They may feel worried or afraid of what would happen next. If I was homeless, what would I do? Maybe ask for money so that I can afford food. Then find a place to spend the night? I really wish there would be no more homeless people in the world. I really wish they could all feel the same as what I feel in my home.