A familiar scene can always be expected. The same red leather couches my mother grew up with, now riddled with tears and stains, can be found in the living room. Coupled with a portrait of a white blue-eyed Jesus hanging from the wall, inhabiting dust and webs dating back decades. The same outdated television, blurry and stuck to the same volume unmoved by my grandpa. Overly decorated curtains bring life to every room without a door. Curtains with chickens, blue and yellow plaid, green mossy flowers, and a pomegranate pattern brighten the
A familiar scene can always be expected. The same red leather couches my mother grew up with, now riddled with tears and stains, can be found in the living room. Coupled with a portrait of a white blue-eyed Jesus hanging from the wall, inhabiting dust and webs dating back decades. The same outdated television, blurry and stuck to the same volume unmoved by my grandpa. Overly decorated curtains bring life to every room without a door. Curtains with chickens, blue and yellow plaid, green mossy flowers, and a pomegranate pattern brighten the