The Homes I Had
The Homes I had
In my life I had four houses already
only three of them felt like Home.
My first Home was a yellow,
teeny tiny one.
I had pets, and love living there.
My friends and I played there for 4 years.
My family and I cooked together, for 4 years.
Even though it was tiny I didn’t care,
the only thing I cared about, was what and who lived there.
My second Home was a white, big one.
The first time I visited it, I felt scared,
worried and happy at the same time.
I ended up living there for 6 years.
My friends and I played there for 6 years.
My family and I cooked together, for 6 years.
My third house, was and apartment.
It was the first time I had been in
such a small and scary place like that.
The city I lived, I didn’t like it,
and the friends I had the same feeling,
I lived there for 1 year and a half.
I have nothing to say about it, I just didn’t like it.
My last Home, is the one I currently live.
It is not as big as the second Home I had,
but not as small as the first Home, or the third house.
I am hoping that I will live in this amazing Home forever in my life, that nothing will never happen to it, never.
It is also an apartment, but this time
in a nice city, a nice country, Canada!
All the Homes and the house I had were
in a beautiful but dangerous country.
The Homes I had, were in my birthplace,
Manaus, Brazil. A wonderful place,
full of people and trees.
The third was in an ugly, even more
dangerous city, São Paulo
Home means somewhere you would never want to leave, where you want to spend all the time with your friends and family.