Little moments of life

That was a usual wednesday afternoon; i've just finished my extra maths lesson. I was proud of myself, the teacher exalted me cause of my illustration (she told that i should illustrate books in the future- kind, but exaggerated). I went down the street, but in my mind i was far away, somewhere about my expected friday's date. During i was being deep in thought, i realized i am in front of our house. I opened the front door, and one second later my dog, Abigail, my rabbit, Rambo and Smelly, the cat ran to welcome me. I fondle all of them (i was touched, that they are seemed so happy that i got home). As i walked by the side of the house, i could glance into the house through the window. The light was on, my father and my little brother sat by the table. They were painting, my father showed him how to hold the paintbrush. It was so nice that nearly arty. I got into the house smelting something sweet. That was unusual, my mother is not that cake-baker type you know. I smiled in myself, thinking at first nowadays, i really dont have any reason to complain.