The house we live in . . .

The house we lived in was my house for 9 years . I loved that house , it always felt like there was so much love , it was so cozy to just be there . I know my mom and especially my dad worked hard to have that house , because my dad was the one who built it . It was a big house , it was built to fit the 9 of us that lived there . and i know all 9 of us loved it . When they said we were moving i was really sad that we were gonna leave our house behind , to start all over somewhere were we didn't know what or how things were going on . But now everytime i go visit to Mexico i have a big house waiting for me and that makes things just a bit better.