Learning A Lesson the Hard Way

A once pretty, always so lively, welcoming hearth was gradu all(prenominal)y becoming a desolate empty, cold and unaccompanied house. 55 Sonia Drive, a beautiful house, with an awful hue of timber green paint job, a huge, immaculate front yard, an redden bigger backyard, a carport big enough to ingest three cars, two great, brick empty-headed post at the remnant of the driveway that stood homogeneous guards protect a castle, and five rarefied trees, that seemed as if they stretched for miles. One was an evergreen plant tree, a nonher was a Magnolia tree, unity was a vibrant crape Myrtle, and the last two were pecan trees. My brother and I enjoyed mounting them. The backyard was our gigantic bendground. We even had a lilliputian forest to play in.\nThe home, originally belonging to my grandparents, was like heaven to me. Animals were lounging and playing everywhere. They had this original bright, yellowness kitchen. Grandma was into sunflowers, so she had Grandpa pa int it a ghastly yellow. I return he might exact gotten the wrong shade of yellow because it turned out to sort more of a banana and a sunflower. There was sunflower wallpaper lining the outdo of wall where it and the ceiling met. In the living room, wooden grace walls, a skylight, the Bat cave (a fire rear end), a cabinet with a glass door that held all of their records and their record player, a dust coat couch with faded pinko floral prints on it, it was terribly outdated, and so many little stains on the carpet from mussy grandchildren. We always loved spill to Grandma and Grandpas.\nIn the twelvemonth 2001, my mother, my brother and I stop up moving to the place that I believed in my headland to be heaven. Living at that place wasnt everything I thought it seemed. Things were not as happy as visiting made them look. not long after, Grandma left. She was desexualize to pursue her dreams and go away and start her career in child services. It was just us and Grandp a. I thought it was good. As the time passed, I started to stool it was not. Everyday things grew a li...