My home used to be livelier

My home used to be livelier, with more people watching TV, more people walking around in the house.
My home used to be livelier, with Chinese New Year and Christmas decorations and the like all year round.
My home used to be livelier, with my mum and my dad cleaning the house together, vacuuming and mopping in tandem, keeping the house spick and span.
My home used to be livelier, with smells coming from the kitchen, chinese radio playing the background.
My home used to be livelier, with my mum shouting from the kitchen into my room when dinner’s ready, reminding me not to stare at the computer for too long.
My home used to be livelier, with my mum ironing the clothes, my dad washing the dishes, and my brother playing the guitar in his room.
My home used to be livelier, when my relatives came over to my house and have celebrations and gatherings.
My home used to be livelier, with my mum and dad asking about my life, caring about my brother and I, covering my blanket when the aircon’s cold.

My dad used to be smiling, younger and more cheerful,
My brother used to be home more often,
My mum cooking at home during her off days,
and my home used to be livelier.

Now my home is not as lively anymore.