Throughout the years of my life i have moved in and out of many houses, but none of them was as important to me as the one on Burrell street. This house although was small was also comfortable. The backyard had a garden. Fresh smell of vegetables filled the air. It was always taken care by my mom, sister, and I. The house was filled with many things that meant the world to me. Love filled the house as if it wanted to take over the air. The love that my family and I had for each other blew the roof of the house off, A clean, fresh lemon scented living room. My mom once told me that home isn’t a place it’s a feeling. The tv always had that buzzing sound before it shuts off. The furnace sighed one last time before it would always shut off. I …show more content…
The same smile that had left me off to believe of her happiness. But the baggy eyes, her hooped earrings, and her short curly hair tied up. Her hands crossed as we weren't wanted here. Her back slouched on the chair, showing she wasn't satisfied she was here nor happy. But that smile that she always had on when she was up or down. “She's been gone for days, weeks, even months,” I tell my mom. “She’ll come home soon,” she tells me, “She's safe, we just have to trust god as he watches over her.” I could always tell my sister didn't like how she lived her life. Sixteen years of torture as she told me with her face expressions. Some days she came home sad and down. Every time I saw her down I still could imagine that smile that could never go away. The smile that only I could see and the smile that fitted her. My sister and I were close, almost like two peas in a pod. We shared rooms, clothes, shoes, and much more. But there were things she never told me and I could tell. “She's been gone for nine months,” I tell myself like I didn't know that. I felt that there were so many tears in my body that I was about to burst. That night my room was filled with tears about 1 foot off the