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Descritptive As I step in between the two white pillars that stand on both sides of the side entrance to my house, I open the glass door and immediately smell the welcoming aroma of nicotine. My light colored golden retriever hurries to the door to welcome me by wagging his tail and chasing after me with one of the brown shoes that I had just left at the door. I walk through the back hall, which is covered in black wall paper with red strawberries, to go into the white and green kitchen. As I walk in I set my keys down on the smooth, cool white countertop. I look to my left to see my mother in her pajamas, which consist of a navy blue David Letterman t-shirt and blue athletic shorts, sitting with her red rollers in her hair. Next to her mirror and make-up bag is her pack of Merits and her 20 oz. Caffeine Free Pepsi. She is busy talking on the phone to my father, as well as taking a long drag of her cigarette. Of course, as usual, the small black kitchen TV is on in the corner, to her favorite soap opera, The Young white, door, walk, reaches, phone, kitchen, just, time, soft, smell, sister, rings, red, past, open, one, minutes, melissa, left, go, floor, covered, blue, black, bed, am, young, york, yellow, year, welcoming, welcomed, welcome, week, walls, wall