My favorite home is grandma’s house. That is where I grew up. I went to school, made friends, and even had my first tooth pulled out all at grandma’s house. My grandmother is a foster parent and she loves children. In her years she has adopted over 20 children and gave them somewhere to live. Although, she already had a house full with children of her own, she always felt the need to spread the love. I guess I can say at least I was around to witness the great she has done for others. I learned many things growing up in that house. From learning how to swim, to knowing when to behave in school.
The most that I enjoy about my grandmothers house, is that you will always feel loved and appreciated. At grandma’s house, one will never starve because there is always cooking going on. That or either a barbeque. Sometimes parties and even block parties. I don’t see how anyone wouldn’t love it at my grandmother’s house. You don’t have to be her child in order for her to treat you as if you were. She treats all with equality, even her grown children that are in there mid-40’s. Which they too have children... (To Be Continued...)
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