When you lose your home

When I was born, I grew up in a tent while my parents built a cabin for our family. For seven years straight, we lived at our cabin. My Mom went into town every morning and then would come back home at night, at the cabin. Until she couldn't do it anymore. We were then homeschooled. We would do some work for a few hours and then we would go outside and build forts, go sledding and seeing animals. We would do chores and sometimes even make a hockey rink. We would have to go into town every now and then to pick up food and then go back to our home. But now, at the age of ten, my parents have split up and we might have to sell the cabin; the only home I have known. It makes me so sad to leave my happy place. My new reality is in town, at a new school, where I am not as happy. Home was where I was the happiest.