Coming Home
Noa returns to Earth and finds the meaning of home
After six long months, my finally ended.
I have lived in space for half a year.
On the last morning, I looked at Earth one more time.
"Thank you for everything," I whispered to the blue .
I climbed into the small with my crew.
We closed the heavy door and checked every switch.
Slowly, the left the station and fell toward Earth.
The ride down was fast, hot, and very loud.
Bright orange covered the windows of the .
My body felt heavy again for the first time.
I have never felt so strongly before.
Three big parachutes opened high above the wide sea.
The dropped softly into the cold blue water.
Boats and people came quickly to help our crew.
Someone opened the door, and fresh air rushed inside.
I have missed this smell of the sea and wind.
The wind touched my face, and I started to cry.
I have seen the whole Earth from far above.
But now, I was truly home, under the same sky.
My family ran to me and held me tightly.
My little sister gave me a warm, long .
"I have brought you a photo from space," I said.
I have learned that our Earth is small but .
Above the clouds, I found the of home.