"Araceli! Come down and help me clean your brothers play pen, please." The plea breaks the silence filling the house. My two sisters and I have been cooped up in my bedroom all day long because of the cool weather outside. Fall has always been my family's favorite time of the year. The chilly air pierces your skin, making it the perfect time to sport our sweaters; we had waited all Summer to finally be able to wear them again. Fiery orange, sunflower yellow, and ruby red leaves will soon litter everyone's yards - causing grumpy old men a fit, knowing they'll have to be out raking all the beautiful leaves into tall piles, only for the wind to scatter them again. I push the frilly blankets off my body and leave the cozy little fort I had established in my bedroom. Diana, my eleven year old sister, and Abby, my seven year old sister, remain lying on the bed, entranced by the newest episode of "Once." Sluggishly, I make my way down the stairs and to the living room. My mother stands in the kitchen, leaning up against the granite counter. Dominic's pin is going to be absolutely disgusting... That's the only reason she would even ask me to help clean it. I think to myself. Mom quietly watches as I scrunch my face up as I peer into the pin, realizing my suspicions were correct. She laughs, "It's really not that bad. You're not here all day, everyday, to see the horrors I have to see in this house. You girls are filthy." I can't help but chuckle. That woman is an angel, the most patient and loving of all. After cleaning up various mysterious substances, I settle down on the olive green love seat. I channel surf for anything on tv, as if I hadn't spent the entire day staring at bright images on a screen all day long. I turn my head towards the kitchen, my mother walks into the room and plops herself right beside me. We sink into the couch and giggle. " Where did you find that little sweater Dominic has on?" I ask my mom. "Oh, I didn't. Deyni stopped by earlier today to see him and bought it for him. It's cute, right?" She smiles, knowing I already loved it. The sweater was heather gray with a red fox on the tiniest front pocket ever; it was sickeningl