A Pretty Home

Home back in Ukraine wasn’t always great. When it was summer I always used to bike around alone. I didn’t have siblings or many friends. But my uncle was always there. We would play a lot but he was always mean. Sometimes I hated him. Then me and my mom moved away to a different country. After that we kept moving to different places, until we came to Canada. It became my home. First we came to British Columbia. We had an apartment in Kelowna. Then we moved to a big house in Alberta. In the house lives me, my mom, and my dad. A house doesn’t need to be pretty to be perfect. In my house I have everyone I love and I don’t need anything else.