Narrative Essay About The Family House

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Register to read the introduction… This was where my Aunt lived with her family and my grandmother. My aunt has prepared a huge feast with traditional Korean dishes. We had Kim chi, rice, pork of some kind that has a sweet taste, and a variety of cakes that were stacked high not in the circular form like the cakes back at home, but square. We all sat down to eat not the way I was use to but on the floor. I looked around instead of spoons and forks we ate with chopsticks. I had learned to eat with them but did not use them much, so it was kind of difficult at first but I managed, for I was starving. Unlike my uncles house my aunt did have some furniture a sofa and a few chairs but no seemed to be using them. …show more content…
I was taken to my room and as I look around everything looked normal except for the fact there is no bed. I look to my mother and ask where do we sleep, she smiled and explained on the floor on a futon. I always slept on a bed unless I had fallen asleep on the floor playing or watching TV. As I lay there I look up at the ceiling they were standard white and smooth except for the fact they looked so far away. The walls were yellow not bright but still cheerful, and giving a warming feeling. The floor was not actually bad as I thought it was going to be they almost felt cushiony, and they were even heated. Amazed at all I had seen, ate and experienced, I finally fell asleep. This was quite an interesting experience I learned about the difference between my two cultures and some of the reasons why my mother did some of the things she did when were back at home. These things were part of her and her way of

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