Essay about Personal Narrative : My Grandparents House

1607 Words Sep 18th, 2015 7 Pages
Every year during my endless months of Summer break and tradition-filled weeks of Winter break, my family and I would visit our hometown in Mexico. We would stay in the comfort of my grandparents cozy house. My grandparents house in Mexico was always filled with company. The company of all of my family and friends during the holiday season, the laughs that filled the living room, and the constant fun I had, made the stays at my grandparents house enjoyable. The holidays were always spent there and celebrated with Mexican traditions. There was never a dull moment during our stays. As the years went by, our yearly visits began to decrease, and the house that was once cheerful and full of life became more and more lonely. Since then, there have been changes that have happened, for example the laughter, and storytelling no longer fill the living room, the smells of the hot steaming delicious holiday foods is gone, and the house no longer gives me the sight of all of my family gathered and united. Due to the decreased visit of most of my family members and other issues going on, my grandfather decided to sell the house and terrain of land. My grandparents house was once a place where family was united, and traditions were valued, and now it just holds a mere memory of what it once was.
My Grandparents house was a traditional two-story house, surrounded by a chunk of land that could possibly be used for farming on the countryside of Mexico. The house featured a huge porch in the…

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