The Place Full of Memories

Tenderness, love, care, attention, and nurturing all of that explain my home in Egypt. The place that made me safe, the place that made me happy. Every wall in my home tells a story of my memories. My balcony was a comfortable place to read, I would take a chair and read on my balcony. When it was summer, I always read on my balcony, in winter I did not read on the balcony because it was very cold. In summer, I would sit and read, and the air was nice and clear, the sky was beautiful. In the morning, I would read and at night I would look at the beautiful stars. I love my home very much and I love my balcony. In my room, my sister and I used to blow up balloons on the holidays that we celebrated and still celebrate, We used to play with each other, and when we blew up the balloons, they would explode and we would laugh, and that was a beautiful thing that I remember, whenever I remember it, I laugh. There were many things that I used to do in my room, it was the most beautiful room, I used to tell my sister beautiful stories, and I used to sleep next to her, and it was the most beautiful bedroom. I had a playroom, and it was just me and my sister. It had a lot of toys. These toys were so cute. I will tell you about one of them. It was a kitchen toy. This toy was so fun. It had kitchen stuff in it, but it was plastic. My sister and I used to play with it, and we would put a lot of stuff in it. It was a cute thing, and I loved this toy very much. It was fun to play with my sister in the playroom, me, and her. Those are some things that I remember.