It’s been ten days doesn't sleep at home. The flood that comes (almost) every hard rain is not easy thing to live with. Buy a new house is a great idea, but it needs a lot of money. So, keep down that thing, very deep down inside.

I and my brother and sister live in my aunt house for a while now. It’s near to my own house. My parent rents a small room in front of my aunt house, they sleep there. Feel so sad separate with them.

We choose to make a friend with the flood –we did-, but very good friendship now. Dad upgrades the house being higher and adds one floor upside. So, if the flood still can go inside, we move up stair.

I bring my own bed, pillow and blanket to my aunt house, trying to make it feels like home. Yeah, it quite works at night when the light turns off and I close my eyes.

Every 6 a.m. I go to my mom’s room, very small room with bed, kitchen, television, things, stuffs and everything. Feel warmer with my Mom and Dad around me, almost feel like home if they are in. But it’s not home.

No own room, no privacy, no space, (feel) no freedom. It’s still better to live in own house even the wall’s broken, the roof’s gone, the flood comes and whatever. It’s better as long as there all my family inside this house that we call it our own, home.