There is a building. A half brick and half wood. classical. The yard is fresh green. The furniture is elegant. The wet and dry kitchen are superb.5 members in the family, each of them has their own room. The privacy was taken care of. Owh... Thursday has just passed by. Here comes Friday. Yahoo, the week comes to meet its end. Everybody is still inside their 'nest'. The clock makes ting-a-tong dick-a-doo signal, nine in the morning. The door belongs to master bedroom is opened. Father step out, disappears to the kitchen. Mother follows, but straight to the yard. Children is nowhere to be seen. Silent.
The building is called a house.
There is a building. A half brick and half wood. Classical. The yard is fresh green. The furniture looks old. Only limited space of dining room, three bedrooms and a bathroom. 5 members in the family; father, mother, 2 daughters and a son. They share spaces, rooms, and life. They quarrels and giggles about their little things. Early morning, father takes his shower together with his five year old son. Mother is busy in the kitchen. Thursday has just passed by, here comes Friday. Yahoo, the week meets its end again. The clock makes ting-a-tong dick-a-doo signal, nine in the morning. The main doors belong to the building is opened. There, 5 members in the family are in the yard. The kids are busy with their business; quarrel and giggles. Father glares to mother and smiles; a silent flying kiss.
The building is called a home.