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My grandmother’s house
When i look back to my childhood i remember my grandmother’s house. It is in Ixtepec, this town is located in the Istmo de Tehuatepec in Oaxaca. When I was a child I used to go there almost every holiday. During those trips I remember my mother and uncles and aunts narrating stories about their childhood and all the laughs and memories that the house keep inside. My grandmother, Nelva, have three sons and four daughters. I remember a story my mother told me about her childhood. One day they were playing cowboys and Indian in a park, during the game they decided to tie up my uncle Luis to a tree, he was all right because this was part of the game, and they continued playing until the evening. When they were at home having dinner my grandmother asked for Luis and all his brothers and sisters realized that he was still tie up. I like this story because it shows the behavior of my family. I love my grandmother’s house it is so cozy. I remember her garden, it surrounds half of the house and it was filled with all kinds of plants, it was colorful and full of life. My grandmother’s house has a porch and on the porch she has two hammocks. I remember being a child and spend all the afternoon lying on the hammock with my cousins talking about everything and spending a good time. My grandfather had a parrot, I do not remember his name but I remember that he was a peculiar parrot. My older cousins taught him to say curses. He could talk but he was very rude while talking and it was funny. Everybody loved this parrot specially my grandfather, they were very close. They were so close that when my grandfather passed away the parrot stopped talking and passed away. Although those sad stories my grandmother’s house is full of good memories and a delicious heritage. My grandmother cooks delicious and of course all my uncles and aunts learned that. I remember spending part of my summer with her, she cooked everything I wanted. She took me to the market to get all the ingredients. I remember that on the market everything was so natural and alive; you could find everything, all kind of plants, meat, and clothes. But the best part of all the trip to the market was coming back home because my grandmother would cook to me with all his heart and every bit tasted amazing. When I look back to my grandmother’s house I feel happy because this place is symbolic for me and for my family.
