My Home Story

I lived in a big blue house, I thought everybody else's houses were better, I wanted to move. A year passed, A dream stayed alive, A movement was made. My new house was a suite, My new room was also my brother's, My new upstairs neighbour. I wished I hadn't wished, I wished I had my house back, I wished and wished and a wish came true. We had moved again, We had moved into a new house, We had moved into my brand new home.