The last house standing

I saw all the houses burning into ashes, well, everyone fled the scene. I looked through the ashes and saw my house broken into pieces. I latched on to my dad, terrified. We went to a hotel to stay for a few nights. We crowded around, everybody tried to smile, but it was hard. After a few nights, we could not afford to stay at the hotel. We stood on the streets freezing, it was the middle of February. One day, late June, a few people said they could buy us a house for no money. We were so, so happy. I realized it’s not about the building, the 4 walls and a roof.it doesn’t matter if you live in a condo apartment or an old VW as long as you’re with the people you love. You now might be wondering why this is called the last house standing, even tho my house burnt down I was still standing because I still have my friends and family. Life put me down so many times, but I kept going to sink the dryer the long whire.it’s all about the memories made in the house with the people you love. I can be whoever I want to be in my house. I chose to love where I live. The end