To My Suburb Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A letter to a home that was once occupied by a family.

Submitted: July 08, 2016

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Submitted: July 08, 2016



Dear Suburb Home,

How long has it been since I last saw you? I now live in a home near a city, it is spacious but not as cozy as you. Do you still remember me Suburb Home? The girl who often slept on your fuzzy carpet. The girl that vacuumed you, swept your kitchen, cleaned your countertops and stove. The girl with the huge family, with 4 children who often spent their summer afternoons sleeping on the living room with the blinds closed and the dishwasher running, because we often took a nap after lunch. Do you remember the times when we would play outside the whole afternoon? When it was hot we rested on your back porch and ate sweet watermelons, strawberries, or apples.

In the summer your back porch was filled with nothing, but chalk drawings. In autumn months your porch would then be filled by crunchy and colorful leaves with colors that range from brown, orangey brown, red, yellow, reddish yellow and so on. If your back porch would begin to accumulate lots of leaves we would then rake them and keep your porch clean only to find it full of leaves again the next day. And in the winter your porch was sometimes white with snow and during the winter months nobody came out to play, instead we would keep ourselves warm because of the heat that you provided us with your heater as we watched evening T.V with our parents.

Oh! And do you still remember the party we threw for my youngest brother at your living room, oh what a mess it was! Remember when our neighbors just threw their trash everywhere and spilled ice cream, soda, spaghetti, chicken, and cake. We had a great time and I felt like you did too.  I miss you suburb home. I really miss you. I hope you remember me.

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