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Giving voice to displaced children and young people.

Six light bulbs enriched with white light shine upon its surroundings. The wooden floor is glistening from the light shining down. Leather from the couch has highlights run along it from the lights above. The fan moves in a circular motion much slower than a helicopter. The light breeze falls down to sooth our bodies from the heat. My Dad is sitting on the swing with his feet propped up on the edge of the couch where my mom happens to be sitting. Both of them lounging relaxed and sunken into the sofa cushions. In my mom’s hands is a black remote that controls the TV. Then I am sitting on the other end of the couch with my legs fully extended. We are eating our dinner, grateful for food and enjoying the flavors that are bursting into our mouths. We are watching a movie as we indulge in our dinner. However, I am still attentive to the actions and sounds produced by the TV. I look around the curtains are closed the sky is settling and has finally become dark. But the moon still glistens, awakening the night sky.  The atmosphere is calm and peaceful. I look up and the ceiling is so tall it seems like the empire state building could fit inside. The fan breeze still flows across the whole room. 2 pillows scattered around the couch which are never in their positions. The pillows have designs with mature blue colors and the background is jet black. The fireplace is dull, nothing to make it more welcoming. But my family and I still have a good time bonding.

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