My New Home!

One day my parents told me that we were moving because Manila wasn't a good place to be anymore. The roads were dirty and unsafe so my parents booked a flight to Alberta, but my mom and my sister couldn't come so only me and my dad went. I was really sad that day. My mom was too. When me and my dad arrived, we stayed in a hotel and waited for my mom and my sister to come. Until one day we rented a house I stayed there about a few months until my mom and sister were able to come. I was so happy, but that house didn't feel like home but I eventually got used to it. But I got home sick then asked my mom why I had to move here. My mom said because it's not really safe in Manila anymore oh… I reply but I kind of miss the smell of my grand grandma's cooking there. I also miss the feeling of my soft bed and the taste of pancit canton [ noodles] but soon I called this house my home.