Home Sweet Home at the grandma’s house!!!
As I walk through the door of someone that is very special to me, it fells that I have entered a place where I am treated just right. I have been going over my grandmother house for the longest I go over there every Saturday and also, Sunday. When I fill that I need someone to talk to she is the place or as I should say that is the home to be. While I’m over there I have my own room. When I’m there it just be the 2 of us in the house it be nice and just quiet. I’m able to read, sleep, eat what I won’t to eat, mess with my grandmother, watch TV., most of all I don’t even have to clean up because, she make sure her house stay cleans.
In my grandmother house when you first walk in there is the living room, where there is all white furniture and purple carpet with like some all white walls that has lots of paintings on them. If you come and the house you know not to seat in the living room her favorite color is purple so there would be most of the carpet purple in her house. After the living room there you have the dinning room, another room where there is an ice white table and also, a china cabinet. Inside the china cabinet my grandmother has my mother wedding things that she had received at the wedding. While you go father into the house you start to notice that she is kind of old school because she has this stereo that she has
kept since she been my age. Well, my grandmother loves to paint so she have just this one room were she keep all of her painting things at.
One of the special rooms about this house would be my room. My room is just filled with lots of tweet bird things. I have a full size bed, my carpet is pink (my favorite color). There is a white dresser and my room is just filled with pictures of me that my grandmother has drawn. While I’m there I fill very special because, it seems like I’m the only child and I get to be alone sometimes. It may get boring sometimes but, I just do what I do whenever I do it. I’m not the only one there my cousin come over there with me all the time. We have so much fun with my grandmother she tries to dance with us, play games. This place mean a lot to me I fill like this is my second home well, I don’t have to really worry about anything besides me being me. My grandmother loves to cook, so when I go over there I could just eat like I’m at a restaurant or something. I could be in my room and smell all of the food she has cooked. This is my home and where I would not mind being.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
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