Home is More Than 4 Walls

I glided out of my dream with the morning light shining on me, my family was already awake. Mom was in bed, while dad was downstairs and my sister was somewhere probably doing something mischievous, this is home. I asked my mom for some food; my stomach was rumbling like a thunderstorm. She asked me to put on my clothes and brush my teeth, and to ask dad to buy strawberries, I’m making pancakes! I cheer like a lion as she goes downstairs, this is home. My sister comes upstairs like a wild tornado up the stairs. "Brush your teeth and put on your clothes,” I said while going downstairs. My mom makes our hot cocoa. I ask if I could make my egg and if she could make a chocolate pancake for me. I crack the egg. It drops rapidly like a hare in the air. My sister asks if she could help with the pancakes she called coming downstairs. I put the ingredients in, and my sister mixes the bowl. The pancakes are ready, mom said. Dad comes with the strawberries, we eat the pancakes really fast like a cheetah running across the Savanna, this is home. I got ready to score a goal. I ran my heart out and made one of my best practices of the year. The practice is over, I take off my stuff and ran to my dad “It’s time to go to the house, ”he said. No, it’s not a house, it’s a home where we make memories and stay together.