Home Sweet Home

Home is where love, laughter, memories, happiness, and most importantly my family is made. My home has memories. To me home isn’t just four pillars\ four walls with a roof, it is a special place full of love and memories. My home is filled with memories such as, my cousin gave me a cute mini stuffed animal, before I came to Canada so that I remember my cousin, because we didn’t know by how many days we would come back. My home holds many memories such as Me and my brother would hide under the dining table or under the beds and then we would call our parents, then they would search all around the house, finally we would come out after our parents would give up. We would play the same game with our cousins too, like hide n’ seek. We would have these party nights every Friday, and like we would watch a movie, play cherades, crack jokes, and sleep late at night, my home holds so many memories. It has been two years since I came to Canada, so now I have two homes, one in India. I had to move to Canada because my dad got a better opportunity. I haven’t seen my cousins and my other part of my family for 2 yrs, face to face. My Grandma and my Grandpa from my dad’s side visited us in Canada for a month. We went to Toronto, Niagara falls, and many other places with my Grandparents. My house is filled with kindness, happiness, love, laughter, and from the cutest memories, to the most bitterest memories of all. When I feel sad my family is always there for me. Home is where I am surrounded by the people who love me. Home isn’t just a place- it’s a feeling.