My Home…

In my home, I see memories from two countries. One and half years ago, I came to Canada with my parents and my younger daughter in my home. I saw memories from two countries. One and half years ago, I came to, canada with my parents and my younger sister, at first, I missed my home in Ukraine very much, sometimes, when I went outside,I felt like I would meet my best friend, we used to live in the same building, just on different floors, Now, in Canada, I see my new home, my new friends, and my two guinea pigs, I see birds sitting on a branch near my window every morning. Reminding me that this place is now my home to. My house important to me and my family because this is not just plays for sleep this is plays where I feel comfortable and even it looks messy I still feel comfortable home is plays that protect me, home is plays where I spend a lot of time with my family, home is plays where I get a lot of great memories. In my home, I hear sounds that make me feel safe. In Ukraine every morning I heard a dog who lived outside, he walked with me all the way to school. Now, in Canada, I hear my guinea pigs making soft sounds and rustling in their bedding. I hear birds singing outside my window, and in spring and summer, I hear frogs singing in the pond hear our home. These sounds fill my home with life. In my home I smell memories and comfort. In Ukraine, I loved the smell of bakery on my way to school. That smell stayed in my heart. In Canada, I went to the sea to new smells. On weekends, my family bakes pies together, and the sweet smells of fresh baking fills our home. It makes the sweet me feel warm and happy inside.