House

I love the outside of my house. It’s pretty because it has gorgeous flowers out front. I am not as all embarrassed by my house unlike Esperanza who is humiliated because it’s old, broken and worn out. Some inferences that I can speculate is that she's uncomfortable by the house she lives in. One thing you can tell by me is that I’m not afraid of what people think. You can either hate or love my flowers but nothing can stop me from believing how it’s a safe environment for me to be in. for the past 3 years I have moved 4 times and it was awful. It’s taking me a long time to get over the fact of what “home sweet home" mean. And now I’m suddenly realizing it. My first house was the house that built me; it was my childhood, it was everything. Slowly but surely this new house will be a part of me in some way that will bring me much joy.media type="youtube" key="DQYNM6SjD_o?fs=1" height="385" width="640"