It's odd.
My parent's house
never feels too small
when I visit.
Technically, only one bedroom
is a bedroom.
(the windows are too small)
but we all hang out in the living room
and watch TV
I borrow Dad's desk
and his supplies
Mom drags me into the kitchen
so I can learn from her
and the cat who doesn't like being touched
sits on me.
I have to go back to MY life
and MY house soon...
but it's nice.