My House

My house is the place where I grew up at, the place where I have the good memories and the bad ones. When I was little I just to do lots of things there. I remember ones I just to sleep with my mom and dad and I just to wake up in the morning to and watch cartoons. I also had my own room, I just to have all my toys in there. I just to play in my room all the time, I would make a mess and then I’ll had to clean everything. I remember that I had a box with my toy under the bed. every time that I would feel like playing I would take them out.  

    Another memory that I have is when my dad just to drink a lot and then he would go home and start hitting my mom. I remember one day that my dad had a gun and my mom took it away from him and she hid it in my room, I remember that my room was baby pink, then my dad came home looking for the gun and they started fighting so I went to my room and I got the gun from the back of my bed, then I took it to my dad and he shoot her, so after all that she left home to my sister and she did not sleep with me that night. that night I felt lonely and sad.
    One day my big sister was cleaning the house and my brother who’s 3 years older than me, told me to go and play outside with him, he told me to get on top of something. I did and I trip and hit my face. I remember that I was crying and my nose was bleeding so I went home and the floor was clean and the blood was all over and my sister got mad at me. My sister told me “_______ get out” and then she grabbed me and took me to the room. I was mad because she wasn't helping me, I told her thats I was telling my mom she just look at me.