‘Till now, that house is still my dream house. I can be the real me in that house. I can manage my time and my family freely in that house. I can have my own privacy and I can do anything I want to do in that small house.

Now I live in my mother in law’s house. I feel like I don’t have a ny place here. I don’t have my own privacy and I cannot do what I want to do. I often feel so sad and sad. No one understands me including my husband.

My husband enjoys living in this house because this is where he grew up and it is his mother’s house. We are building our own office now but still, I don’t have my own house. They always say that this is their house and I have nothing and they are right.

I really wish that I can have my own house far away from them, just like that small house. That is my sweet house but I lost it. We had no enough money to pay the rent fee so we had to leave that house. I wish we had a better finance like we have today. I wish I could bought that house, I wish I could turn back the time and bought that house. I wish………

I remember my last day on that house. I sat down looking at the empty house, because we moved our stuffs to our new rent house. I was so sad and I still sad remembering that sad moments. Dear God, I am crying for that house now. That house means a lot to me because we had many sweet memories in there.