More than Just a House

It was perfect. Then it happened... the fire was huge and no one could do anything. My dad got mom and I out but he didn’t make it, I didn’t even get to say goodbye. We got a rental house. Now I never see my mom anymore, she's always at work. I guess I’m used to it by now. That night I stayed up to see my mom come home. There she was walking in our home looking disappointed, walking very slowly when she saw me, she looked like she had to tell me something as she did “River”, she said slowly, “I got laid off at work.” I was confused for a little, then I knew. A few weeks later we got pushed out of our house. Now we live anywhere, in anything we can find. I realized now that a home is more than anything. I’m always cold, unwell, wishing I was in my home, where I had memories with my family, but now I have no memories. I don’t feel happiness, just overwhelmed. I could be my true self in my home. I know I just got here but it doesn’t feel right. Unlike my home, it felt perfect when I saw it. Two months later I started to make money for my mom. After it seemed like years had gone by, but only a few months had, I got enough money to rebuild our home. When I got home, my mom had amazing news and I did too. She said “I got a job to make more money…” But I couldn't hold myself. I broke out and said “I got enough money to rebuild our home”. When we rebuilt it. I felt as happy as no one has ever been.