WHAT IT FEELS TO HAVE A MAGICAL HOME

When I was 3 years old I knew what it meant to not have a home. When I was in Syria, I once was pushed away from my home because of a big war. We ran so fast, we ran until we reached another country - its name is Jordan. It was like Syria but we were poor. We left half of our money in Syria. But my dad got a job and he was the guy to get us a good home but there were only 1-2 rooms, and there was only 1 bathroom but we loved it no matter what. When I turned 5 we went to Canada. At first we didn't know how to spend money. We would just spend it on hotels and sometimes we went to 5 star hotels but that just made us lose more money. We got so poor then we knew how to spend money and we got a room in a motel then we got a house. It was very warm and it felt like a small castle. The beds felt so relaxing. My dad used to spend the day in bed. But we would wake him up and tell him about work. When he quit work he started buying cheap cars and fixing them then he would sell them for more money. My home is small but it's very fun. We build amazing forts and wonderful stories. My home is the best place to be in.