A faint knock on the front door drifts through the small hall of our petite apartment into my crowded bedroom. A jangle of keys is heard, scrapping against the lock; then the click. Mom is home! My brother lying on the couch yells, as I hear her step onto the mat. I come out of the cave called my room to greet her. Tired, cranky, and stressed she sits down on the arm of one of our ancient sofas. Pulls, with much struggle, to get off her large, black, commando-like boots, and sets them on the rack. Then finally the long silence is broken with hi, did you eat, or did u do your homework yet? The common answer is given and then the thought of food creeps into our minds. We always say we’ve eaten, of course we haven’t. This is when the volcano erupts. Kiash put this away, Kiana get off the computer, Kiash what is that, and did you clean the Guinea Pigs’ cage? Commands form into yells and I escape to my room, enveloping myself in my art as I hear my mom scold and lecture my brother once again as always every night. Sighing I then remind myself of my hunger with a small growl of my stomach. I sneak my way in to the kitchen avoiding at all costs to enter the ring of fire better known as my mom’s sight. By this time she is in her room changing out of her Security uniform and then off to the kitchen for Her dinner. I sneak a small snack of a fruit or some chips and slink back to my room crank the radio and go off to my own little zone, drawing away. All is calm, peaceful and serene.