'Dear diary': En fortælling om hjemløshed og tab

It was a day like any other. Nobody thought that this would ever happen. We were just a happy family who lived life at it’s finest.

My mother didn’t work because she was sick, so she would always stay at home.

I was only 13 years old when it happened. My sister was 19 years old.

We had a nice big house with a big garden, we had bicycles and we always had food on the table. However all that stopped when our house burnt down one night.

I was sleeping in my bedroom, when suddenly my sister comes up and gravities me out of my bedroom, and out of the house. The house was on fire, because the lamp in my bedroom had sat my mattress on fire. There was smoke all over the places, but I didn’t know why. I was still a sleep when my sister gravity me out. I didn’t know what was happened at the time. After I come to my self, I save our house and life burn down in front of my eyes.

Now I am 15 years old and living on the stress. I don’t have a house, many, clothes or food anymore. I’m homeless. It is Christmas soon, and I don’t have anybody but my sister to share it with. Except there is nothing too celebrated this year, since our mother dead off a disease a year after our house burnt down.