My Home is not a House

Home has never been in Canada for me. Home has always been in Lebanon where I was born, where my roots are. I was three when my family had to leave because of war. Me, mama, baba, and my two siblings were trying to get to Canada for safety. When we got on the plane, we had to make an emergency stop in Egypt because there was a woman who was giving birth. After that we went to Toronto, which then took me to my end destination, Winnipeg, Canada. Even though Canada isn’t my true home, being here with my family brings a piece of home to me! The End