“Thank you!” I yelled as I hopped off of Gracie’s car. Her father drove me home after our five-hour long play date. Gracie was my bestest friend among all others in my second-grade class. That day, we successfully completed our first playdate at her house, and I returned joyfully to my own.
Opening the front door, I ran down to the basement. I had a very important matter to discuss with my mom. There, I sat on the mattress, patiently waiting for her to return from work. Unable to contain my bubbling childish excitement, I swung my legs in a fidget. I rehearsed the question repetitively in my head until I heard the creaking of the door. Footsteps clicked down the stairs. I sprung off the bed and peeked out from the door. My mom held a tired, but relieved expression. She greeted me and ruffled my hair. This was my chance.
“I went over to Gracie’s house today; can she come over to ours …show more content…
Due to our financial circumstances, my mother and I were living in the basement of someone else’s home. We could not afford an independent place and had to make the most from our options. Despite these struggles, I spent the two years of my childhood without lacking a thing. It was true that our family differed from others; we had less, ate less, and spent less. Nonetheless, our small room was filled with abundant laughter and continuous warmth, created by the my mother’s unconditional love. I had no knowledge of sadness or discomfort when living in the basement.
Everyday was enjoyable, however Tuesdays were always extraordinary. Those were the days of my violin lessons. Right after school, I would carry my 14thviolin case and trudge happily to my lessons. That day, I was greeted by a warm smile from a lady seated on the piano bench.
“Did you practice your piece?” she beamed. She was the pianist, there to rehearse for my annual “String Fling” solo
Opening the front door, I ran down to the basement. I had a very important matter to discuss with my mom. There, I sat on the mattress, patiently waiting for her to return from work. Unable to contain my bubbling childish excitement, I swung my legs in a fidget. I rehearsed the question repetitively in my head until I heard the creaking of the door. Footsteps clicked down the stairs. I sprung off the bed and peeked out from the door. My mom held a tired, but relieved expression. She greeted me and ruffled my hair. This was my chance.
“I went over to Gracie’s house today; can she come over to ours …show more content…
Due to our financial circumstances, my mother and I were living in the basement of someone else’s home. We could not afford an independent place and had to make the most from our options. Despite these struggles, I spent the two years of my childhood without lacking a thing. It was true that our family differed from others; we had less, ate less, and spent less. Nonetheless, our small room was filled with abundant laughter and continuous warmth, created by the my mother’s unconditional love. I had no knowledge of sadness or discomfort when living in the basement.
Everyday was enjoyable, however Tuesdays were always extraordinary. Those were the days of my violin lessons. Right after school, I would carry my 14thviolin case and trudge happily to my lessons. That day, I was greeted by a warm smile from a lady seated on the piano bench.
“Did you practice your piece?” she beamed. She was the pianist, there to rehearse for my annual “String Fling” solo