Family Home

It was a great day in the summer at 6:30. I ran in the morning to wake myself up. After that I went home andI had a great day in my house. In my home I felt hope, happiness, joy, family, memories, enjoyment, play, peace, crying, sadness, anger, hurt, illness, , pain, weakness and unhappiness. I was alone but I need to work to survive. It was very hard but I get paid a lot. At 7:00 I started driving to work because it was far away. My job starts at 8:15 so I had 15.minutes to visit my parents and drop off groceries. Their home was old and they were old too. When I arrived there I felt a mixture of emotions as I thought of growing up there. Although I felt mostly happy, I also felt a little sad.. My parents had a sad smile so I asked, ” Why are you sad” They looked at me and told me how empty the house was since the kids had left. They also felt happy to be living in their home where such beautiful memories were created. On my way to work, I thought of how happy we all were growing up in a beautiful home with parents who loved, protected and cared for us. A home is a place where people live, love and share memories with each other.