A house where I could feel safe and warm was all I needed in my life; a place where I could breathe cleans air. A house with strong walls that not even two thousand demolition machines would tear them down; an iron roof that would protect me from painful tornadoes and hurricanes. A house with only one chimney, so that all the dark and smelly air could go out of the house. A house with only one huge and brown door, so you could control what came in and out of my life; stop any kind of thief that could steal anything from it. A house filled with one million windows so you could have one million different views from the outside world, but only one that you should have been focused on; that one window that would have helped you have a clearer view form the phenomenon that would destroy your strong and well-built home. But unfortunately you were too busy looking out through the other thousands of windows, and even though the deafening alarms from the house told you that the big and old demolitions machines were getting closer and closer, you still ignored them, and kept on watching through the mistaken windows. Suddenly the walls started to fall apart one by one; they fell slowly as they collided with the soft and silky grass. The windows crashed with the fallen walls, making a massive and deafening sound, and there was glass everywhere. At the end of the vast collision, not even the front door prevailed, not even the golden door knob was found; only ashes from the house remained. I found myself standing alone, in a pile of lost memories; I couldn’t even find you in the smoke. Where were you when I need you to protect me from the extreme weathers and the thieves? I just needed protection, your protection; your strong and cozy arms, your safe and tender hugs. I needed a new house, but I knew you were not going to be there to help me; I needed to do it by myself, with my own vulnerable hands. Days passed, and as the construction advanced, I looked around, and few steps away there was your brand new house, even better than the one we had built in a passed. Its color was navy blue, showing off the peace and tranquility that was inside of it. I could scent the fresh smell of the blooming grass, the sweet aroma of the flourishing tulips. But bitter tears shed from my aching eyes, because I knew your house was no longer mine. You were now taking care of somebody else, and you had forgotten about me. I wish nowadays you could remember what we used to have, who we used to be, and the laughs that we both shared. Don’t you remember I’m your baby girl? How could you push me out of your world . I wish you could remember your daughter, the one you used to love and protect. But know I am still standing here, and will never let another phenomenon destroy my brand new house.