My home

A wood house, anywhere is a mission, there we go. We pack the books, few clothes, the bear, the computer, the dog, the recipes book, the pots, and my father things.

My house is where my dad is because he rules in any way possible. My mom and me we whould be lost whithout him. But sometimes the family dream is a nightmare.

My dad is very strict, and we are both very dumb. The every day routine is mornings:chores and afternoon:home school. I teach my mom to read. And i teach myself all kind of cultural subjects, including history, literature, geography, anything but math. I cant count almost. Just small figures adding and substracting.

Evenings is second life time, when I am not too tired. Before it used to be chatting with my uncle, wich was my Master all my life (in secret). I feel empty now that he is gone. I was in love, and now he is gone and noone owns me, noone care. Like a cow whithout a bell.