A special place

I remember as a young child every summer going to Jeddah and visiting my aunt. Through these visits, we became very close. She always treated me as if I was her own daughter. Staying in her house always brought me a feeling of comfort. I was allowed to run free and open the refrigerator, the cabinets, and change the channel on the TV just as I please. Her home even looked cosy and comfortable. The aroma of plants and flowers filled every room in the house. Sights of pictures hanging over the fireplace convinced everyone who walked through the house that this home was filled with love. Relaxation and calmness occur within the heart as the peaceful home filled with nothing but silence. Religious pictures were hung throughout the house. My aunt’s house was a special place where I spent many summers, which helped me become the person I am.
Three bedrooms existed in this home. Every bedroom had its own special uniqueness to them. The room I probably spent the most of my time in was the playroom. From wall to wall , it was filled with stuffed animals. The room was designed in pink and blue to make certain that both boys and girls felt welcome. In the corner was a large bunk bed that made the perfect jungle gym. All the little kids would play in this room whenever we came over. We played games, watched movies and always took naps after a large home cooked lunch.
As soon as the door to the second bedroom opened, it was obvious that it was a teenager’s room. From floor to ceiling, the walls were covered with all the teen idols of the day. Posters of the Go-Go’s and Culture Club were some of my first introductions to the pop music of the eighties. Make-up was all over the dresser. In conclusion, I really long for those days when I was visiting my aunt in Jeddah, and being free in her house.

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