Home Sweet Home Yvonne Ameyaw The deep voice of boys has been buzzing me all the time—the arguments when they are watching a soccer match, noise when they are playing video games, and most importantly, the intense quiet whenever the head of the house, my dad, is in the house. We become the most obedient children whenever my dad is at home. The heart of this place that is my home is filled with four boys and one girl—me. The place is usually loud, argumentative, and chaotic, with music playing, jamming, and a whole lot that sometimes makes me regret my life (lmao). This place is always silent when the boys are not around and turns into a “pub” when they are around. They always fight and make excessive noise when they are playing the PS5. The house is made with a beautiful brown couch and a wooden floor that when stepped on sounds like a cracked egg. My mom, my dad, and my brothers walk in and out of the house. The deep voice of my dad and the worrying voice of my mom is saying, “Please, can’t you go a day without arguing?“ whenever me and my brothers are quarreling.
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