Autumn's Warmth

        When the sun starts setting before the smell of my mother’s cooking and the birds are silent in mornings. The warmth has returned in my house. The sweet smell of crisp apple cinnamon wafts and lingers around the air. Bringing memories of the past that run around like the pitter patter of a child’s playing. The meals are hot and the hearth of the family brightens. The leafs that fall on the lawn brush the frosted grown and skip to a halt Intel the wind gives it a nudge to move again. The air is a clean refreshing feeling towards the lungs, pushing out the left over mug of summer. Of course these are just a few of the things I love about autumn. It brings my family closer than before and I could wish nothing more than that for my family.  

 

Write about anything!

    My English teacher assigned me to type about anything I want, so I have decided to type about growing up with divorced parents. I am fifth teen and I have lived in two separate households. The number one thing I have trouble with in my households is having both my parents know that I loved them equally. I can’t ask to spend more time with one without causing the other parent to think I'm favoring one over the other. But I do love them more then anything in the world though. Sometimes I wish my parents could see that but there often caught in their wrap of jealously. On rare nights in my bed I think of what would happen if they did stay together. A smile that is not because my life would be normal but that they wouldn't last ten seconds without ripping each other’s heads off.