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My grandparent’s house

Tic tack, tic tack, that’s the sound in my grandma’s house,
if you come too early you’ll hear as well was her stories, about this, and
about that, no matter what,she always has something

to talk about. The house it’s quiet that you can even hear

your heart beat, every crack, every drop of water coming out the faucet, maybe
you can also hear the walking of the ants, but every Saturday it’s as noisy as
a stadium claiming for its team or like a disco in the night. Every Saturday
the family gathers in my grandparent’s house to eat, every day it’s a whole new
thing, but it’s never the same thing, I don’t know how she do it, but the food
its always different, but skipping the food, it comes the good part, the
dessert, with my cousins there is always a rule when we eat and its “always
leave space for dessert” because it’s the best part of the meal. In the dining
room there are two tables, one for the older and the wiser and the other one
are for the younger’s, but in the end, on the desert, sometimes we join the
chairs, making a big circle for we can all talk about the first thing we can
imagine, every conversation its good, we can talk about a rock all the way to
the meaning of life.  I will reveal a
secret and that is that our family is a little bit crazy, because we come up
with a lot of funny things that maybe no one can imagine, but that’s why I like
it. I can’t remember a meal that we didn’t had anything to talk about, there is
always something, always, I think it’s impossible to not talk for more than 3
minutes. This might not be a big family or the most perfect one, but it sure
it’s the best one I could ever ask for. Until now I haven’t paid a lot of
importance till today, to that house. There had been a lot of wonderful moments
in that house with our family, parties, reunions, or random visits with random
talks, but all of that is what make that house so special, all the memories. In
my personal opinion I think that, that house is what unites us as a family, is
where we all see each other once a week to talk about everything we had done,
what we had been trough. That a special house, full of memories and life, a
house we might never forget about.