Dear Ariella,
You invited me to live with you until my aunt comes.
My house got evicted.
Social services found out about me owning my parents' house.
Minors can't own property.
I was left with two suitcases full of clothing, the furniture belonged to our land lord.
Every night,
I'll see you
Read to you
Smell your strawberry scent
And most importantly
Sleeping next to you
With my arms wrapped around you.
I think this will be the best two days ever
Even if I was evicted from my house.
But I'm still home.
You're my home.
-Lucas
