Home

My home is where my family is, not a structure made of bitter smells of drying cement. If my joy was made complete by the structure of a home and the materials found in it then my life would be shattered to pieces. In the short life I have lived, I have moved from province to province five times. I have lost, made, and left friends and possessions. Even through the three years of living in my new home I still miss them dearly but I have learnt to let go of the past, and focus on my family and home. After school each day I help clean up the kitchen and help cook supper, and the savery scent of stew fills the air. After supper I make lunches for me and my brother. I live with three brothers and my mom and baba (dad in Arabic). Some people say home is a house but to me home is a strong feeling filled with love, compassion, and hope that a new day will come with joy and laughter, smiles and peace, and humor (tons of humor in my house). My home is made up of what I call “the two Fs” which is family and faith. My family is an important part of my home. Home is where games are played, books are read and where comforting snuggles happen. I love my family and they love me. If these four walls did not stand, the bitter cold nights would be made warm for my family's bond of love is stronger than any man made structure. By: Kiama Kamel