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Listening to one of my favorite songs “Que Precio Tiene el Cielo” By Marc Anthony in my car, on my way home, after a long day of work and school, which have made my feet swollen, because of my red pumps that I always swear I’m not going to wear. I opened my brown wooded door, and while I take off my red shoes I tell to myself “Yay!! I’m finally home, my favorite place in the whole world were I can share memories with my best friend and the love of my life, a true place to find your inner self and just be yourself, home sweet home”!

I carefully place down my purse and books on the side living room glass table by my entrance door, as I walk to my kitchen to wash my hands, I pass my living room, and brown leather couches; as I enter my dinning room, I always admire my beautiful handmade rustic dining table made for 6 people of Solid Indian Rosewood, entering in my kitchen I find some steamed vegetables ready to be served on top of the white stove. Surprised by the amazing smell of charbroiled meat I find my husband in the backyard, broiling some skirt meat for dinner, while he makes dinner I decided to go to my room to put on more comfortable clothes, as I walk to my room I always make a stop in my special corner, which is a wall with a lot of pictures of all my special moments and places I have visit with my husband, and I close my eyes and pray to a picture of my mother thanking her for the day I had and light up her purple lavender scent candle that can be smelled through out the house. Happy and joyful of being home, I head to my room, exhausted of the long day I decide to jump in my amazing king size white cloud bed, with clean white sheets that smell like fresh ocean breeze, to rest for a few seconds, as I lay there facing up I see the white pop corn ceiling with my eyes and start going down the wall and stop and smile as my stomach starts to fill up with butterflies as I stare at the picture of my wedding, surrounded by a white cardboard that has all the signatures of our family members and special people who attended my wedding.

I immediately get up from my comfy bed before I fall asleep and walk towards my black dresser, and look at my self in the mirror attached to it, I tie my hair up and start to open my drawers to find me some black sweat pants and a gray shirt, I put my outfit on and head back to the kitchen to help out when I realize that dinner was served in my Indian rosewood dinning table, and this is how I end my day with some delicious charbroiled tender meat, steamed colorful vegetables and a glass of Argentinian wine, next to my favorite partner in crime.