The Strongest Walls

Something I look forward to when I go home is the hugs and kisses I get {mostly from my dog, Oliver}. My house is very loud in a good way! There's always a new smell coming from my kitchen. I love gathering around my table. Everyday my sister wants to (or is) baking something. She mostly bakes cookies - YUM! For me, I don’t have one home, I have lots! In India and in Winnipeg! But everywhere is special. Bit by bit they make a home. I love dancing in my living room; I love the feeling of being free in my parents’ arms. I’m not always at my house, sometimes I’m in my car exploring, or in a plane watching from above and looking at the cars zooming past each other eager to go somewhere both new and old. Home is like a big hug. When you come home after a long exhausting day, you will be warm and free from your problems. Some people still can’t tell the difference between a house and a home! A house is just a place with furniture, but a home can be anything. Home can be anything, anywhere and with anyone!! ❤️