HomeIt's a typical Saturday morning. Sunlight shines through my window, reflecting a patch of light onto my adorable white comforter. The piece of light danced and transformed into different shapes that decorated my white quilt. It's this duvet that opens its arms to protect me from the cold every night. The sizzling of sausages accompanied by the clinking of glasses from the kitchen plays a beautiful melody in my ears, telling me that mom is making breakfast. Getting up at the speed of light, I sprint to the bathroom. I walk to our dining room, my energy refueling station where my body is filled and energized by Mom's excellent cooking. The daffodils on the table smile and bow as if saying “Hello.” Hearing the roar of the lawn mower, I know Dad is using his dark green weed whacker, a very noisy machine that I'm sure wakes our neighbor! After breakfast, mom continues her daily routine which begins with cleaning the kitchen and giving orders to other members of the family. She ordered me to clean and tidy my room immediately....