My house

I remember the way the sun shone across the polished wooden floor in the living room and the way the couch smelled like my mom. That couch was the place my parents always read our bed time stories to us. I remember the way that the house always looked like it was warm and bright inside through the picture window. And most of all I remember a light on in the kitchen, all of the time. When that light was on I knew my parents were still listening and waiting for me. The house I grew up in has forever shaped the way i am today. I always have a light on in the kitchen window. The couch I am going to read on will smell like me and my children will remember their home like I do. The house I grew up in helped to shape the view I had of growing up and life. It was not just the smell of my mom on the couch that I enjoyed, it was the idea that my mom and dad took the time to read to me on that couch. The idea that my parents were always there for me.