My Home Story

We lived in a home, nothing wrong. Peacefully, I did this for very long. But one day everything changed. At such a young age, a robber broke in. Our front door was clobbered, Nothing left to enjoy. There was no joy. A big building, after many days. Looked like it was made for us to stay. We stayed, and stayed, and stayed. Not being able to play. After that, we had to stay at some friends' houses. This was better, but no home to greet us, and eat in. After we finished, I got a surprise. Mom told me we got a new home. I screamed out lies, but that wasn’t very wise. Because a home and houses I knew very well were in front of my eyes. I found everything I needed. Family, oh what a paradise! My happy cries finally came. It was a home. A permanent one.