Our House

We have to move. I'm sad because my home is where memories were made. I'm sad because home is where my friends are. But my mom told me that wherever my friends are, I could always visit them. My dad told me that I would always remember the memories that were made. The next day, we went to our new house. I met a nice girl and we played together. I'm happy I have a new friend. I'm happy that we made some memories together. Mybe moving was not so bad after all.