It is Hard to Live without a Home and Shelter

When the war began, we found ourselves on the street. At that time, we wanted to search for a shelter that would protect us from the things that were falling on us from the sky. I did not know what it was, but I now know how bad it was. I was only 4 years old. After we lost our house, we started looking for something to hide in. We found a small tent, we hid in it, but it was not like a house. It did not protect us from the cold, the heat of the sun, and it did not give us the safety that our house used to give us. It was a piece of cloth in the shape of a triangle. It was not like our beautiful house, which had three rooms and a beautiful kitchen. It had a large yard where we used to sit with the rest of the family. My room was the most beautiful thing in the house. Every day I looked out the window, and there was a lemon tree, and it smelled so fresh. I left my favorite toy that my mother bought for me in that house. I could not bring it with me because of the darkness of the night and the bad situation we were in, I started crying, and my mother told me that we would go back in the morning when everything was over, but the surprise to me was that we could not go back to the house because it was completely demolished. It is not easy to lose a home, it is a difficult thing. A person may not know the meaning of home until they lose it.