In the dead of the night,
while the stars shine bright,
I hear my mother’s voice
with a lot of noise.
“It’s time to pack up” my mother said,
her voice trembling non stop with dread.
I packed my clothes with terror and fright,
holding up my tears until daylight.
I exited the door and entered the bus,
people gossiping, making a fuss.
Leaving our house which made me frown,
saying goodbye to our dearest home town.