Thursday, January 8, 2009
Their is always a place where we call home, a place that we belong too. For many people it’s the country that they have grown up in for many years that is home for them. Even when the day comes and they have to leave it for a while, it hard from them to forget it and they always feel like they can’t wait to go home, to where they really belong in the world. My story is a little different then everyone else. My parents are Egyptians and moved to Canada when they got married and lived there for about 22 years. I was born and lived most of my life their expect for one day out of the blue I was told that we are going to move to Egypt and leave Toronto my home town. It was a shock for me and 5 years later I feel like I’m so far away from home. I miss the people that I grow up with and the places that I knew, friends, teachers, even my own room that looks out on a park. My memories of Canada will never be forgotten, my heart and mind knows that there’s no place like home.
