The Memory a Loving home can hold

The Memory a Loving home can hold. A home is not just a place. Home is a place where I learned how to walk. A home is where I learn how to speak. A home is a place where I learned my alphabet, How to count and how to add. A home is when I buzz with excitement about my big fourth birthday. A home is where I did online dance classes. A home is when the flat screen television shows my dance performance all day. A home is when my first A+ is hung on the fridge. A home is when I study hard for my first EQAO. A home is when you show your EQAO marks and become very joyful about how close you were to the gifted level. At the end of fifth grade you were excited about sixth grade. Now I am helping my little sister with her first EQAO while I study for my second one. This is all the memory of a loving home can hold.