A family stood outside their once home Watching their belongings hit the stone. Wondering if this was real and how they ever were going to heal Passerby watched on, As their neighbors stuff hit the lawn. Pictures, books, and beds sat along with others spread. In her childhood bedroom sat a girl where she would no longer get to twirl. Breaking down she finally cried "It's just a house" she tried to lie. Her friend showed up to help to try to calm her small yelps. She was rushed to pack to put all her life into small sacks. Her tear stained face as she left never again to the place she slept. Her childhood home forever left behind and towards the new life she was hoping to find.