Essay On: A Visit to My Grandmother’s House

Every summer my parents and I will visit my grandmother. This time, we stayed with her for a week.

Her house is beautiful and located in the center of the town. This house has four bedrooms and a large kitchen. When we went to see her this time, I learned that her garden was full of beautiful flowers.

She is very happy to see us. We stayed with her for a week, and she did special things for us everyday. She also baked my favorite chocolate chip cookie.

I slept at night in my grandmother's room and she talked to me a nice story. Not only did she show me the picture of my father when I was young, she told me many interesting events about my father and his friends.

I am always happy to be with her. I think I can be with her for a while. I filled my house with all my heart. I am sorry for her coming back again. We promised to visit her at once.

Looking at her face on my head, interrupting the sun, I remembered when I was a child, I have been to my grandmother's house. There is a mango tree on the outside of her porch, in front of her house. It can be big and lush. I go out and lie down for several hours. It is very quiet and peaceful. Then she got up suddenly. She raised his right hand as if to say goodbye. I grabbed her leg to raise my right hand and stop her. But the pain bothered me. This is a broken hand in my hand. Then everything came back - confined feeling, choking air, heat. The sky bursts with glareful white light, and I close my eyes as much as possible.

I remember my family thought it would be better to drop in at my grandmother 's house. My grandmother lives in the same town as I am, so visiting is very easy. Since then my family is there. My grandmother is also full of red. It is my grandfather who lives with her, their daughter (my aunt) and my great-grandmother. When I was sitting around the living room while talking about local politics and various kinds of food, the neighbors across the street just went home. Shortly after the other neighbor went down her car, her little daughter took her to the door. "Look at that girl!" I applied for my grandmother. My grandparents and colleagues think that the neighbor is the trail. She always seems to be doing crazy and provocative things. She has mixed Mexican lovely girls, so I am keen on my grandmother's criteria.

After my grandmother 's death, my mother started a difficult job of clearing her house. Among the items she found, there was my grandmother 's childhood doll. They are about 100 years old and are in various devastated conditions. They are emotional worthy, but I and I did not know how to collect dolls or modify them. I studied the values ​​of them and decided to sell them on Ebay. Except it, it - my grandmother's doll, she was named "Jiminy Christmas", its shape is very bad, I do not know anyone to buy it. The head of the doll is molded from a hard compound. Most of the time disappeared, only one eye and only one corner remained. The soft body is dyed and the left arm is missing