My family room.
A small room in a place full of love and joy. The place where I grew up that has provided me with a lot of happy times. When sitting on a couch in this place, you can feel the warm hugs of family members and hear the laughter from each person. Christmas lights are bright and the scent of candles surrounds the atmosphere. When listening very closely, one can hear the tearing of wrapping paper as the first present is opened on Christmas day. If that isn't enough, maybe the smell of a homecooked meal while gathered around on the couches can bring you into the moment. The thought of someone getting up to get more to eat and asking if anyone else needs anything can bring one to imagine how lucky they are to be surrounded with caring people. It is just a room I grew up in, but it is a room I will never forget.
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