What I want my home to be to me

There is a kind of concern called home

Home is a lifelong concern. Home is a harbor, a place open for you at any time.

I am an ordinary middle school student with average grades. My family is a standard three-generation family, consisting of grandparents, parents, my sister and I. The originally poor family has become even poorer. But we cherish it more than anyone else. Take care of this home.

Dad is a driver. Every day before dawn, he goes out. He doesn't come back until I fall asleep at night. I don’t know how long these days have passed. Sometimes I don’t even see him for several days, but I know he is working hard. Because this family is his biggest concern.

Mom, a hard-working cleaner, is praised by countless people, but only we truly understand her sadness. Every day, my mother wears neat work clothes and wanders in the streets and alleys. Everywhere she walks is clean. It is the result of a hard and tired day, but she never talks about her hardships. She just kept her tiredness in her stomach. She didn't want us to worry, but she ignored that we knew her better than anyone else. Although my mother is very busy every day, she still keeps the house clean. It's not that my mother developed the habit as a cleaner, but her love for this home, because for her, this home is her biggest concern.

Sister, a beautiful one. A girl with excellent grades. Not long after, my sister was admitted to a very good university in Beijing, and the whole family was very happy. My sister, who had never traveled far, suddenly had to go to such a far away place. The whole family was very reluctant to leave her, and my sister was reluctant to leave us, but she still had to leave after all.