My House

My house means a lot of me. When threads and all sorts of other grandmother’s heresy for sewing are lying on the table. Mom’s laptop on which she watches the news. My corner with a lot of different things and drawings. I feel safe. Mom and I often eat ice cream together and watch movies, at nights sometimes I come to my mother or grandmother’s bed to sleep safe and warm. Early in the morning at 6 o’clock my grandmother wakes up and them mom, they make themselves coffee and talk about all sorts of things and laugh. Sometimes my sister and her boyfriend come to us, we all talk together and the adults discuss their affairs and I go to bed. I often chat with my sister on different topics, sometimes we feel too funny and we start tickling each other. I love my house and everyone who lives in it.