HomeIt's a typical Saturday morning. The sunlight shines brightly through my window, reflecting a patch of light onto my lovely white comforter. The piece of light danced and transformed into different shapes that decorated my white quilt. It is this quilt that opens its arms to protect me from the cold every night. The sizzling sound of sausages accompanied by the clinking of glasses from the kitchen plays a beautiful melody in my ears, telling me that mum is preparing breakfast. Getting up at the speed of light, I run to the bathroom. I walk towards our dining room; my energy refueling station where my body is replenished and energized by mom's excellent cooking. The daffodils on the table smile and bow as if saying "Good morning." Hearing the roar of the lawnmower, I know Dad is using his dark green weeder, a very loud contraption that I'm sure will wake up our neighbor! After After breakfast, the mother continues her daily routine which begins with cleaning the kitchen and giving orders to the other family members. He ordered me to clean and tidy my room immediately...