Each of us, everyone has a place that has witnessed us being born and raised the steps for us to grow up and mature. That place is home, a place where our parents always love and protect us. That place is a peaceful destination in life for us to return to. And in that place, my parents gave me a private space - a room.

My house has two floors, my parents gave me a room on the second floor. The room was not very large, only about twenty square meters, but it was very cool and clean. The room was paved with marble and decorated with flower paper by the skillful hands of her mother, making it even more beautiful. On the wall, there is also a picture of me when I was young, how cute and funny I was, and a photo of my whole family going on a spring trip to Dalat early last year. In the center of the room was a wooden bed made for me by my father, enough for me to lie on. Right above the bed is an ironwood window that I often open to let in the breeze, enjoy the morning sun and to feel the wonderful beauty of nature. At the end of the bed is a rectangular clothes rack, consisting of two compartments, so that I can comfortably store clothes. Next to the clothes rack is a study table - on which there is a briefcase, some books and a study lamp that my mother always reminds me after finishing school, to be neatly arranged. Right next to the door there is also a box containing textbooks, reference books, comics, short stories, novels from Vietnam and abroad that my parents gave me, whenever I have free time, I take it out and read it. , to relax and expand knowledge.

Every day, I clean and wipe the room so that the room is clean and tidy. Every time I come home from school, I always remember what my mother told me to hang my clothes and put my bag in the right place. Right next to the office door, I also put a small pot of cacti and at the same time, I always open the window to keep the room cool and airy.

That room is where my memories are kept. There, I lived in the loving and caring hands of my mother and father. And then, no matter where I go tomorrow, no matter where I go, when I return, that room is still full of childhood memories, forever filled with love. How I love my little room!

My room is quite big and light. I don't

share it with anyone basically I'm an

only child. My walls have the colour

of blue. I have two big wardrobes full of

modern clothes, my bed, a desk which

I spend hours of studying, a bookshelf

and carpets. The floor is made by wood

and it's warm for the winter days. I usually sleep, read and play in my room. I love it very much