Home Is Like A Zoo

My home is like a zoo, full of different personalities and little surprises. My mom is like a tiger. When she is upset, her roar fills the whole apartment, but I know it comes from care. My sister is like a cheetah. After winning an argument, she runs away so fast that I can barely catch her. I am like a stray dog. I often eat the food they do not like and get corrected the most. Sometimes I even wonder if I was adopted. There is a little quail in our family named Chicken Nuggets, and she feels more like my real sibling than I do. Everything changed after I got injured while playing soccer. I could not be a starting player anymore and had to sit on the Bench. My mom took me to different rehabilitation centers. Every night before bed, she asked how I felt. She showed me photos from the day and told me interesting stories. She tried to cook food like restaurant meals. On my birthday and important holidays, she always prepared surprises for me. My mom still gets angry sometimes, but now I understand it is because she cares. My sister shares food from her friends, play with me, and stands up for me when mom lectures me. My home is not rich or fancy, but love is always there. No one is perfect, yet everyone tries their best. As the youngest, I feel safe, cared for, and deeply loved.