My most important memories are from my mother’s house in the Dominican Republic, located in a city called Santo Domingo. I enjoyed staying at my mother’s house because I had a lot of fun, but I actually never paid attention to the details of the house until one day, I suddenly became aware of little details of the house, how the furniture in the house were placed, and how my mother decorated it which felt so pleasant. I observed things that I had never paid much attention to. My Dad was busy cleaning the yard, my brother and I spent some time together and my cousin came over to visit.
When I was a child, I remember seeing every tiny space of the house, where every single place looked like huge castle such as the kitchen, living room, the rooms, and the yard. When my mom told me the food was ready, I ran to the dining room and I noticed the big table, the fridge, the washer, and the cabinet were immense. I remember it was white and had a decoration on the edges that my mother had done by hand. My mother loved to decorate the house with yarns that were hand made. In addition, my mother had the room decorated with colorful fabrics on the furniture and each table had different embroidery.
When my cousin came to visit us, the patio was only place that we enjoyed since it had a huge hammock, and we had a fun time rocking; Even the adults did it too while they roasted delicious meats that we loved. The yard always was cleaned because my father every morning before he went to work around 6:00 A.M. he had already cleaned it.
My older brother Rubén and I had a good time in the patio too. After doing our homework, my mother allowed us to play in the yard building cardboard houses that we used to make with shoe boxes, but we had to have impressed her for the day. If we did not do the right things, we would not be allowed to play freely in the playground.
The house had only two rooms. One of them was for my mother and father and the other one for my brother and I, but it had two beds: mine and the other for my brother. Usually my bed always had a pink sheet or a purple sheet. I noticed the dolls on the pink sheet and my brother had a blue sheet with trolleys on it. My mother used to put a round carpet between the beds and it went in combination with the curtain of the room. Also, I saw that she had a large painting of dolls behind the door that when she closed the door my brother and I enjoyed looking. On weekends, when cousin Ann came to visit us, I had to share my bed with her, but we had a good time together because we slept late telling each other stories and jumping in the bed. My mother always walked in on us, and she would scream our names to get our attention and tell us to stop because we had to go to bed early. For some reason, the bedtime was at eight thirty every day, even the weekends. Maybe that is one of the things from my mother’s house that I do not miss.
The dining room had four windows and it had three sofas nobody could sit on because that was one of the place favorites of my mother. She had in there a little table with a small toy such as cats, a dog, a chicken, and a cow. It was like a small farm, but nobody could touch it, not even my father. In one of the corners of the dining room she used to put a corner lamp with three lights on it that illuminated a big family picture that she still keeps in the same place; it has my father, my brother, my mom and I. I also realized that in the middle of the dining room there is a square carpet with Chinese embroidery that she always maintained dusting
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In conclusion, I noticed a lot of things and appreciated my mother’s house. I will never forget how I felt in that comfortable place where I felt safe and surrounded by love with each member of the family, even my mom and her decorations. Home is when you know that anything could happen, but your family is never going to abandon you. That house brings back memories of where I grew up and took my first steps, those unforgettable things from home
