Grandparents' House: A Home Away From Home

My grandparents 'house: When I got close to my grandparents' house far away from my house, my stomach turned into a sweet and sweet biscuit scent. I turned a narrow gravel road and parked the car in front of their house. I walked outside, a cold wind passed by my cheek. I breathed deeply and baked the sweetness of the cedar in my nose. I looked up at the chimney and saw the gray smoke interspersed in the winter air still. I closed the door and walked along the sidewalk to the back door.

When I think of my childhood, it is difficult to remember my family. It seems very common for other people to have a house. Moving from one family to another is not a problem, but it is a feeling that it is empty. My family is my grandparents' house. I spent almost the entire period of my childhood. Early in the 70's, my grandparents bought a room with two bedroom stories. From the spacious bedroom to the infinite kitchen, and until the way I spend time, this house defines my personality. After adopting my mother, my grandparents noticed that they needed more space.

After borrowing a house from my parents for 16 years, I jumped in December 2007 and bought my first house. This is a three-story apartment in downtown Claremont, California, in a relatively safe city not far from grandparents. I found a public relations company in a corner of my new apartment. We moved and started a new trip. My son's school is across from our house. I like to be able to walk to work comfortably in less than 5 minutes. This is far from painful commuting in the past 2 years I spent in Los Angeles during the past five years. It is very important to understand the irony of this fact.

Apart from your house, there is a village outside the great Noshak mountain where there is a boy named Mustaqbal. He is a 12-year-old child living in a rural area with parents, grandparents and ten brothers and sisters. Their overall quality of life is not ideal for First World citizens ... Assuming that all the money in your bank account disappears and your boss attacks you by calling you There is no income. I try to make a phone call, the phone will not ring. The only money left in your pocket is 2 dollars, and all these occur in cities several miles away from the house. This is a rural area, it seems to be in Central Asia and Middle East countries, but I can not afford to buy a ticket. Now you have no chance, you can only live there. (1)

In the first year of college Thanksgiving, I flew from my main provincial school to my grandparents in Pennsylvania and my family. Their house is just two flights away from the school, close to my house 3,000 miles away, traditionally our family's Thanksgiving. On the night I arrived, I talked to my relatives and talked with my cousins. Their explanation about the worship of their schools and the students they encountered was the first time I realized that my university was a first grade and not so good.