Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.
As far back as my memory permits me to go, I can’t remember a time where my family stayed in one place for too long. Travelling back and forth between London and Pakistan was our life and even now, after returning from the latter for the third or fourth time, we don’t yet have a permanent home.
People always thought I was lucky but what they didn’t understand is that living and dying in one house is what I always wanted. Travelling may seem exciting to some, but to me it was horrible.
I remember the time that I had to leave my best friend because we moved to Pakistan. She was Irish and lived in the house right in front of mine. We had been buddies since we could even remember. We used to play outside together from sunrise to sunset every single day until that dreaded time came when I had to say goodbye.
It was the first time that I lost someone who was truly important to me.