My Family

My Family
by Amy Grace Lam

My daddy and mommy live in two different homes.
Even though they may look very different, they are both a part of me.
And I belong to both of them.

This is daddy’s home.
In daddy’s home lives daddy’s soul.

Daddy’s soul moves slowly.
He is the steady rock that holds us together.

In his house are the same colors, same smells, and same sounds I am used to.
But there are always signs that we grow and blossom along with daddy too.

In my toy box are still the same toys I’ve had since I was two.
But each new year, with each new birthday, I add a few new toys to my growing collection.

In the living room, we still play tickle my tummy and jump on daddy.
But every week, daddy shows me how to play new games, with cards and boards and even on computers.

On the mantle are still old photos of when our family was the four of us, daddy, mommy, my sister and me.
But now, there are new photos of us, now that we are just the three, my sister, my daddy, and me.

Daddy’s home reminds me that change always happens.
Sometimes I am sad, sometimes I am scared, but daddy always tells me everything is going to be just fine.

This is my daddy. This is his home.
And I love him very much.

This is mommy’s home.
In mommy’s home lives mommy’s soul.

Mommy’s soul moves swiftly.
She is the vibrant fire that brings passion to us all.

In her house are new colors, new smells, and new sounds than I am used to.
But there is always the familiar feel that mommy is here and mommy is near.

I sit on a new couch rubbing my feet on a new rug.
But I still watch the same old movies that make me laugh in that same old way, putting a stitch in my same old side.

In the kitchen are new pots next to new dishes.
But the familiar aroma of mommy’s home cooked meals still makes my tummy feel warm and fuzzy inside.

At nighttime, I am tucked in a new bed with new covers.
But together, mommy and I read the same old stories I remember when I was little.

Mommy’s home reminds me that change can bring new surprises.
Sometimes I’m excited, sometimes I’m nervous, but mommy always tells me everything is going to be just fine.

This is mommy. This is her home.
And I love her very much.

My daddy and mommy live in two different homes.
Even though they may look very different, they are both a part of me.
And I love them both very much.

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