Monday, February 23, 2015

home

Emmanuel Cortez

The story begins in a Chicago home were everything seems normal in the outside but inside is a home for eight people and everyone works together to help each other out it’s not just everyone for themselves its everyone has a small role in the house to help around and make easier for one another and every day is different
one person may not be in the mood one day but we still end up hanging out and watching TV or playing fifa it’s Just my Brother Joel and my neighbor Eddie and I who just hangout
his wife Mary who takes care of Leo and Ali and whenever she gets busy, we’re babysitters and Ali is scared of my dog Lindsey who is a schnauzer and she literally doesn’t attack anything she just would bark at something and like pace back and Ali is scared of her when she follows him like she is just following him around the house and he already yelling “Lindsey Stop” and shes probably locked up in my brothers room sleeping,
Then he would go running to my room and play with my Pokemon toys because he doesn’t have as much toys as me and he leaves his toys in my room because when I'm not home he would run to my room and just play.
he told me he likes my room because its colorful and my room is covered with posters and has paintings everywhere and to me it’s a really cool room for a kid Because they get to use their imagination because when i started to design my room it was just plain and baby blue and slowly i just began to fill it up with posters and other stuff that would just make the room to be me.
and then theres my father, the man who i have the most respect for, there’s no one else who i have meet that goes through what he goes through and every thing he has done may have been good and some may have been bad in his life but not everyone has
this isn't an ordinary story this is just me talking about how my home is, It may not be the nicest home but everybody in there puts a patch to make the house the way it is and not all the families are as great as you expect it to be, but why set the bar to the point were everything has to be perfect when you can accept what you have now and begin to work on your future

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