Home is where I belong

Home is a place where I feel loved, a place where I don't need to hide or run . Home isn't just a place where I am sheltered and warm, home is a place where I belong, a place where I will always feel joyful and fun, and I will never feel unloved. Home looks like a tree standing strong and proud and when ever It breaks the love and care around it will rebuild it stronger and better than ever! Home is where memories stack up each day through the good and bad they will always stay in place. Home looks like love and care, and volleyballs flying in the air. Home sounds like dances swifting through the air and me and my brother shoving and running through the outside air. Home looks like me and my brother pretending to be heroes where we save the world from villains and we are both flying around like we are superheroes to people all the way to outer space! Home sounds like me and my brother in a parade, marching around like we are the soldiers of this place! Home looks like my dad chasing my brother and I, where he acts like the dinosaur and we are the prey. Home isn't just the people in my home, home is also the friends, neighbours and teachers I have that make me laugh, giggle, smarter and more! Home looks like a big family gathering where everyone's cheering, shouting and running. Home tastes like my moms amazing traditional cooking, that fills up the house with aroma rising. My background is Afghanistan, but I was born in Canada, where I was welcome and loved, and wherever I go, the people in my home will always be the people I will go to whenever I need help or just need comfort, my home is where I belong…