Home

Home is where I feel safe. When I wake up, I rub the sleep from my tired eyes. I smell smoke as my dad fails at starting a fire. Home for me is. . . like a large crowd of people, always loud. I’m almost constantly hearing some sort of loud noise. For breakfast I always have a smoothie. It tasted sweet, like a strawberry. Any time I see my sister she's either playing with slime, playing with dolls or eating something. I started playing with Freya's slime. It used to feel good but. . . now it's hard. Home is my safe place. . . even when I don’t feel calm.