Wednesday, June 6th , 2020

How to talk about your home

I live in a big two-story house in the city center.

My house has three large rooms, a small room, a giant room with a luxury bathroom
and a wooden floor, a balcony, a kitchen equipped with a small table, a living room with
large windows, a cellar with a bathroom and a garden. One bathroom is on the first floor
next to the hallway and the other bathroom is on the ground floor next to the stairs.

In the living room, there are three velvet sofas without a cushion, there is a bench,
abandoned furniture and everything belongs to the dogs. There is a fireplace between
the two sofas and a window. There is a frame on the wall.
In the kitchen, there is a small refrigerator, there is a cupboard full of spoiled food.
There are two doors, one of them leads to the hallway and the other is in front of the
dining room.
On the right side of the stairs there is a closet with dog clothes.
In my room, there are two beds, there is no small table between the beds and the
bookshelf, there is a large window and there is no wardrobe.

I live with my grandmother, two aunts, two dogs and my mother.

There are multiple reasons why I don't like where I live, one of them is because since I
came to live in this house, my grandmother yells at me and says that I finish all the food
in the refrigerator. Another reason is because every time something is lost, it says it was
me. My grandmother makes me clean the whole house when I can't even occupy it or
leave the room. I can no longer cook because my grandmother prohibited it. Also
yesterday I was angry at the simple fact that I went to the funeral of my uncle Jorge
Luis. Nor can I take a bath because he gets angry and has already threatened my
mother, he told her that if he infuriated her he would kick us out of the house. The other
reason is because my house looks like a haunted mansion, in the dining room you feel
that they are looking at you. I always see black shadows in the kitchen and on the patio.
At night you hear the noise of a marble, the movement of the keys, the footsteps, in the
dining room you hear a knock on the window and on the stairs you see a small white
dog.