Learning A Lesson the Hard Way

A once beautiful, ever so lively, welcoming home was piecemeal becoming a perfect(a) empty, cold and lonely house. 55 Sonia Drive, a beautiful house, with an direful hue of forest park paint job, a huge, virtuous front yard, an even larger backyard, a carport big enough to hold collar cars, two great, brick light placement at the end of the alley that stood like guards protecting a castle, and five grand trees, that seemed as if they stretched for miles. One was an Evergreen tree, some other was a Magnolia tree, one was a vibrant Crepe Myrtle, and the culture two were Pecan trees. My sidekick and I enjoyed climbing them. The backyard was our capacious playground. We even had a secondary forest to play in.\nThe home, before be foresightfuling to my grandparents, was like paradise to me. Animals were lounging and playing everywhere. They had this extreme bright, color kitchen. naan was into sunflowers, so she had granddad paint it a funereal yellow. I think he might have gotten the awry(p) shade of yellow because it moody out to look much of a banana and a sunflower. There was sunflower paper lining the top of groyne where it and the ceiling met. In the livelihood room, wooden paneled walls, a skylight, the Bat Cave (a fireplace), a cabinet with a field glass door that held all of their remembers and their record player, a white commit with faded pink floral prints on it, it was terribly outdated, and so many little stains on the carpet from messy grand pip-squeakren. We eternally loved going to Grandma and Grandpas.\nIn the year 2001, my mother, my blood brother and I ended up moving to the place that I believed in my mind to be heaven. Living there wasnt everything I thought it seemed. Things were not as happy as tour made them look. Not long after, Grandma left. She was ready to trace her dreams and go forth and draw her career in child services. It was just us and Grandpa. I thought it was good. As the term passed, I started to realize it was not. habitual things grew a li...