What Is Home To Me?
To me home was Nigeria . I had friends, I had family. Then everything changed for the better but for some reason I felt worse. We were moving after. of waiting. As soon as my brother heard the news he jumped with happiness, but me? I felt my heart sink. All my friends and all of my family I had to leave behind like money left in the bank. A few days later we were at the airport, we got to the gate and my grandma had to say goodbye because she was not boarding the plane. Seven-year-old me burst into tears. Even if i was going to see my mom after almost three years it still stung, almost as if a bee had punctured me. We stayed in a hotel for about three days, and then we headed to Brandon from Winnipeg with my mom after embracing her at the hotel lobby. As soon as we got there, there was a sweet smell as soon as i smelt it i knew i was home. Then about a month later we started school and i didnt have friends but. I was the smartest in my class because of the intense Nigerian curriculum. I got into a lot of fights because I didn't let people bully me because I was the new kid. I got my lunch thrown out once because I didn't know about the nut roll. My lunch was in Nutella sandwich, and I was hungry for the rest of the day. After that, I never brought nuts to school again. My seven-Year-old self. Still did not make friends. After a few years I realized If people didn't want to be my friend, then that was their loss because I was a great person And, in those years, I realized home are the people who are there through the ups and downs. Home is family. And I feel really bad for the people who don't have a home, and they have to live in the streets during winter or during summer because no one deserves that. And I feel bad for the people who don't have a family to call home. So that's why I did this writing, because I think everybody deserves to have a home
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