“Wow it’s so big!” said my brother, peering out of the car window. “It’s even bigger on the inside!” My dad shot back, chuckling as we pulled into the driveway. I just rolled my eyes in the back seat, I didn’t feel like laughing at jokes yet. The end of the road trip to my Aunt’s mansion quickly reminded me of my circumstances. A few nights ago our house caught fire and we were forced to relocate. My dad threw a party and someone bought that rum that you can light on fire. They tried doing “fire shots” and guess what happened. I thought these people were adults?? anyway, Luckily my dad’s sister has a huge house and said we were welcome as long as we needed, so my dad packed us all up with everything we could salvage and we booked it up here. As we rode along the driveway I began to make out some cars parked in front, some of them looked very expensive. The land closer to the house was beautifully landscaped, not that much needed to be done in the winter, but you could tell they kept it maintained. Looking back at the house was almost shocking, actually being close to it I started to realize how large it actually was, like a castle almost. Literally bigger than my school. It was mostly brick with large, dark windows. My Aunt and cousin met us by the front of the house as we were getting out of the car. It was the first time I had seen them in years. We made our awkward greetings and they exchanged their sorrow for the loss of our house, I was sad, but for some reason it seemed like I was the only sad one. My dad and brother were happier than ever to live in this mansion while I’m here missing what I had back home. That house will always be more home than this, even if it has one of those soda machines that mixes whatever flavor you want in the kitchen.