My warm, fuzzy bear slippers cushioned my feet from the cold tiles on the living room floor.  I still had my hair rustled from my pillow and heard my mom bustling in the kitchen as usual.  The aroma of coffee, plantains, and eggs filled the entire house.
 
        Today would probably be like all the rest.  I loved staying home with my mother.  Feelings of love, respect, admiration, wonder, happiness, ease, and tranquility were felt whenever I was with her.  I am too young to attend school so I spent most of my days shadowing my mother.  I also waited restlessly for my older sister to arrive home.

         The beige tiles, brown panels on the wall, and the dark brown leather couch dressed the living room.  The entire house as well as my mother provided an indescribable feeling of comfort and security.  I hear the television, my mother's comforting words, and feel her warm hugs.  She has large brown eyes, black shoulder length hair, and a smile that can melt ice.
 
        Simple memories like these of my childhood still affect me today, more than 12 years later.  I still think back to how we used to go shopping together, cuddle on the couch and watch soap operas, go to the laundromat, or the supermarket.  Although they may seem meaningless to outsiders, it was quality time with sentimental values hidden behind each and every one of them.  It brings tears to my eyes to see how things have changed. I no longer am a child whose hand has to be held to protect from danger.  I must now experience all of life's hardships alone.  My mother works very hard now and I am always extremely overwhelmed with schoolwork.
 
        Although we still have a very close relationship, things have definitely changed.  All I have are fond memories of the little talks we used to have and how proud I was of my mother.  I think that this has brought me closer to my older sister, as I have become more dependent on her.  As demonstrated by my sicoal and academic skills, my mother has instilled in me invaluable, priceless morals and values.