THE OLD HOUSE

by: Sandy Yuman

That house in where i born…

that house in where i walked for the first time …

that house in where i cry a lot because my dog die…

that house in where i played around screaming and laughing

because my brother want the remote control…

that moment in where that  house makes me angry

because my mom said that i have to clean my room

that house in where i did sleepovers with my friends

that house in where i left all my memories that now i just…

close my eyes and my mind start to remember all my childhood…

that house that makes me feel sad just to remember all my good times…

good times that don’t have repetition.

and all those things are gone.