Of hot sweltering afternoons, and everyone cramped in an air-conditioned room.

Of lining up to use the single bathroom, in a house filled with 30 odd people.

Of mismatched bedcovers, and a quiltwork blanket.

Of kids hankering for game consoles, and screams of unfairness and childhood arguments.

Of sibling argument echoing, and friendships that last a lifetime.

Of climbing fruit trees in our backyard, and food never lasting more then a day.

Of a dilapated house, where nothing is new and everything has memories attached to them.

Of a house that is old, and warmer then anywhere I've ever known.

Learning the value of sharing is caring, and learning to let go.

This is a house? No, this is my home.