The New-Old House

I have only lived in two homes that I can actually remember. This was the home that I moved in right after my moms death. So that will always be the main memory of my house. This memory will never leave because this is the first house we did not have someone cook for us every night, help us keep the house clean, and also help run the house. That was a big difference. My mom was always there for me in my other house. My house was also in a whole another environment and culture. I came from the Piper District.

  This house will never be forgotten because it is the oldest house standing in all of Argentine. When we bought it, it was already more than 150 years old. It was a nice house, nothing was wrong with it being as old as it was. We had to refurnish the kitchen because it was too old. The people before us used it. In my house we have two stair cases. One is wooden and the other is carpeted. The one that is wood was for the slaves and servants, while the other was for the masters and owners of the house.
   One thing that is significant about this house is that in the 1800’s they turned it into a bed and breakfast for couples. On every floor there is a kitchen. In each kitchen there is a refrigerator, a stove, a sink, and everything any other kitchen has. Altogether we have three kitchens. We also have 5 full bathrooms, four living rooms, and five bedrooms. This is probably the biggest house I have ever lived in.
    Another reason why this house will always be a memory is because of my behavior. As I mentioned in earlier in my paper, I did not have my mom there for me. It was just me, my dad, and two of my brothers. I was the only girl in the house. My grades started to drop. I did not have a parent there for me to help me with my school work. I remember sitting in the kitchen and crying because I had no idea how to do the homework I was assigned for the night. I felt like
I was all by myself.
    As things became more hectic, we needed housekeepers. Our housekeepers would come every other week and help us clean our house (they were not much help). As my brothers got older, they graduated from high shcool and went to college, which means it was just me n my dad. My dad became the president of Penn Valley Community College, which means I was at home more by myself. My 8th grade year, I got into fights, was disrespectful, and did not care about my grades (does not sound like “Me”). I would get in a lot of trouble. My dad was still strict even thought he would always be at work. When he came home I would hear my consequences, and have to deal with his attitude.
    My most recent memory is doing online classes at home. I would spend five days a week in the kitchen doing school. It was horrible. No teachers, no friends, no one to talk to. I did have a friend of the family that would help me when I needed it, but other than her it was so boring. I will never forget doing school in my big blue kitchen and I will never forget the huge, yellow, tall house on the corner of 14th and Ruby.