Immigrants

I have been lived in houses but never a home I remember listening to voices of mother, when the first time my mind tells me to wander to ponder over things around me, "This is not our home" I remember listening to it everyday So i never thought of decorating the place where i sleep, sit or play and then i realized we weren't living there but surviving so we left that house in search of home from place to place from house to house, They asked me once, how it feels like never finding a home ever... "numb shattered lost" I replied!