No House

No House Once I had no home, no house nothing except I had my mom and my friends. We stayed at other people’s homes. We said thank you and we were truly grateful. But it felt more like a house. There were so many good and bad memories During those three months. We started to look for a place., We saw basements and houses but then we saw an apartment. I can’t imagine what my mom was feeling during that time. She was a single parent and had a six year old daughter On her hands. I could tell you all about it but I won’t but maybe one day I might. We got the apartment. We have lived here for three years now. I lost my house. But I never lost my home.