My Home

After a long stressful day of school, I finally got to come home. Although, I can’t enter that easily. I have to hear my dog bark for two minutes straight, and then cry for three more minutes sometimes. Finally I can go inside to say hi to my parents, and “hola” to my “tia” from Colombia. After all that, I go sit down at my desk and I think about my day. Finally, I make a beat or two on my laptop. Later, I watch some funny videos to get some of the stress off of my shoulders. I stay happy for the rest of the evening. Then I go to bed, and everything loops until the weekend. That’s my home.