Home

I’ll always love the feeling of when I finally get home from a long day at school with my dogs greeting me at the door. It will always give me a warm rush through my veins. Then I proceed to unpack my bag and take off my winter gear, as I rush to the pantry to get a well-deserved snack. Then I plop down on the couch, grabbing the remote to watch one of my favorite TV shows, Modern Family! The door will creek open and mom is cheerfully yelling, “Hello!” With my grump of a brother walking through the door, silent. “Supper!” my mom will call. We will come racing up the stairs to our assigned seats. We are then served with my mom’s special spaghetti sauce. We dine with the taste of dad’s mac & cheese lunch still in our mouths. I finish with a mouth still full of food and place my plate by the sink. My cat will bite my ankle telling me she’s hungry, she always is. “Time to get up for hockey” my dad will say on Saturday morning, “No!” I’ll say distressed. He proceeds to tell me the plans for the week. I get up and smell eggs. Yum! A great start to a hockey weekend! I love my home so much, I hope it never, ever changes.