My Lovely Home (Descriptive)

It was very enjoyable spending most of the time staying at my own home. In the morning, the light of the sun waked me up smoothly and when I opened the brown window on the left corner of my bedroom, the fresh wind cherished my hair softly. It was entering all around the corners of my bedroom and opened my sleepy eyes wider and wider. A lovely bird’s song even added the beautiful morning that I had every day in my home.

As I looked out at the left side of my house, I could see the green leaves of the fruit trees which were standing calmly on the wet fertile ground. There were a lot of kinds of fruit trees standing in disorder line there, like durian trees, mangoo trees, a rambutan tree, an old coconut tree and a star fruit tree. When the harvest time was coming, my sister and I would be very happy picking our fruits from the trees together with my parents. Another reason why we were happy was because we could eat as many fruits as we could without paying. We didn’t have to make ourself tired of going along the market just to buy them and at anytime we wanted to eat them, we could pick them easily there, hanging on the tree, in the left-side of my home.

For the first For the first time when someone walked to my lovely white home, he would see a small terrace with a big brown  pole on the right corner of the terrace. Terrace was my favorite place in my home. When the sun started to hide itself to the west, I would be sitting there in a long old orrange bamboo chair while hearing the cricket and the frog’s welcoming the night songs. I used to sit there when I was confused because of my homeworks and wanted to get relax. Whenever I sat there, I felt a warm atmosphere touched my skin and brought me to the most peaceful condition in my life. I felt very pleasant there and I would usually spend more than an hour sitting there. In the terrace, sometimes I would just enjoy seeing fireflies who were flying through the green grass in the small garden that was located in front of my home. Sometimes, my father would accompany me there and had a little talk together. Sometimes all of my family would also be sitting there together and sang a church song that we liked. We liked singing church songs which had tone in it, like tone 1, tone 2, and tone 3. My father used to sing in tone 3 while playing an old brown guitar in his hands. He used to sit on the very right side of the chair, whereas my mother and my sister were sitting in the middle. They would sing the first tone and I would sing the second tone at the very left side of the chair. When the guitar was being played and the first, second, and third tone were sung by us together, they made a beautiful harmony which added the peace that I got there.

I’m so hungry, I need something to eat mom,” I said.

“Let’s make some noodle . . .!” my mother replied happily.

When the night came, my mother and I used to cook noodle for our dinner. Usually, I would just prepare the complement food like vegetables, sausage, or tomatto for the noodle. I used to do the helping by sitting on the floor and beside me, there was a plate shelf. In front of the plate shelf, about 3 step walking, there was a place where my mother used to cook. I loved seeing my mother who was cooking there. My mother used to ask me to taste her food if there was something lack in the food. I liked to be there, in the kitchen, because I could cook whatever I wanted to cook with my mother there. I could smell a very delicious smell that I liked there. The hot taste of chili, the chicken aroma from the flavoring, the fresh smell of boiled tomatto and any other delicious smell.

“Hoaheemmm. . . . ,“ I evaporated.

After dinner was not the time for bed but I walked slowly to my bedroom and found a big strong orrange cupboard standing calmly in front of me. Then I turned left and found two beds offering their conveniences to me. I acted to be a sleeping girl but I wasn’t. I pulled my old pink blanket covering all of my body from the very bottom finger feet until the top of my head. I cried and cried inside the blanket and screamed on my pillow loudly to make my feeling better. Then I  cried until I slept and woke up. I looked at the calm blue wall in front of me cooling me down. I got up and then realized that my sister was sitting beside me, smiling at me, and asked me what’s wrong with me. Then I told her all the problems that I had and got the solution from her. We used to share our problems together there and found our own solution together there, in my bed room, with my dear sister.

For me, my home was the best place to live in. I could get all of the good feelings there. I could get happiness picking fruits in the left side of my home. I could get the peaceful condition there by singing a church song in terrace. I could cook whatever I wanted to cook with my mother in the kitchen. I could express my sadness freely in my bedroom. And the most important thing was that I could spend a lot of time being together with all of my family.