My name is Rafiq. I am 12 years old. I read in class 7. I live with my family. We live in a beautiful village. I think no other place is as scenic and clean as my village. My parents, two of my siblings, and my grandparents, we all live together in our house. My grandfather is the oldest and my little brother, Anik, is the youngest member of my family. My mother takes care of all of us. My father is also as caring as my mother. No other member of my family is as quiet as my mother. My grandmother is my closest friend. To me, no one is friendlier than my grandmother. My grandfather talks very little. Nobody talks as little as my grandfather in my house. My elder sister, Sarah, is active and smarter. I think she is the smartest one in my family. Our dining room is the noisiest place in my house. This is our meeting place, and we discuss almost everything here. The old mango tree in front of my house is quieter than any other place. I spend most of my leisure time there. I love my family and my living place more than anything else in the world.