My Uncle Ruben's House

Not only can most people not find Galveston, Texas on the map, but also some people can think about the dirty beaches and the Dr. Pepper's national headquarters. You can ask thousands of people, but I can hardly find something special about G town, but I can do that. Galveston is home to my aunt, uncle and cousin. There are rumors around G town that anyone with a background in Mexico is related to Moreno.

I spend three weeks in Christmas and spring break at the house of Uncle Rubin in Galveston every summer. I am listening to stories about his first encounter with him and his family. When I first left New York, it was only 18 months. When I entered the door of my uncle's two-story house covered with green paint, the eight sisters of my mother and her mother, her 18 cousin, her cousin, her two couple My aunt surrounded me. The most important person in her life, her uncle Ruben. My head is so big that he is said to call me nicknamed with a seesaw.

My uncle, Reuben, was working on two full-time jobs for 26 years. During the day, as a harbor worker, he dropped a heavy box off the banana boat. In the evening he did the repair work of a local gas company. He supported twelve children, eight of whom were the remaining nephews and prostitutes, including my mother. Once my uncle said that if you are a family, it is not a problem if you are his daughter, his cousin, or his niece.

My uncle 's house is located at the end of the working class of Mexico, 6 blocks away from the beach. In Galveston, the economic disparity from neighbors to neighbors is extreme. Beside the island there is a huge Victorian mansion separated by a green lawn and a completely paved driveway. My uncle 's house is not one of those houses; its logo is a chain fence and a dry flower bed. When I look at the house from the outside, I do not know what kind of family is there. There is no banner hanging on the window, but there is a toy in the front yard.

When I was in college, I still remember a big garden at my uncle 's house. The garden is large and beautiful, I still remember it. It appeared next to the narrow lake of my mother's uncle's farmer. My uncle lives in a four-story building, but he has a sturdy house and a very beautiful garden where he takes care. This is also a very good income source for him. One day he invited me to go to the garden with me, and I agreed to visit. When I entered the garden, I got silent. It is at least 2 to 3 acres and is located beside the lake. A soft, warm wind blew and the flowers danced by the wind. I have never seen so many flowers, I have seen it in this garden. There is a fence around the garden to protect it from barbaric animals. There are several trees in this garden, such as flower trees, vegetables, fruit trees, and big trees that can cover other trees.

I spend three weeks in Christmas and spring break at the house of Uncle Rubin in Galveston every summer. I am listening to stories about his first encounter with him and his family. When I first left New York, it was only 18 months. When I entered the door of my uncle's two-story house covered with green paint, the eight sisters of my mother and her mother, her 18 cousin, her cousin, her two couple My aunt surrounded me. The most important person in her life, her uncle Ruben. My head is so big that he is said to call me nicknamed with a seesaw.