When I was three years old and living in Toronto, my parents sat me down and told me that soon I would be a big sister. One of my earliest memories is of rolling out a long banner and painting, with a great deal of help from my friend’s mother, the words “Welcome Home.” The banner took place of pride on my porch when my brother was first transported from the hospital to our house. I remember sitting in my Grandma’s arms, craning my neck to see my new baby … Continue reading Assignment 2:2 | When… I was home.