It was known as “The House of My Dreams”.
A long time ago, when my father worked for a multimillionaire, he and my mother used to go there with my father’s boss and his wife. While women were sunbathing on the beach, my father and his boss played tennis in a big court, which was a kilometre far away from the house. They liked the house very much and, one day, my father’s boss had an accident and he died, so that his wife gave the house to my parents as a present for the great time they spent together.
After that miracle, my sister was born and three years later, the 4th of december, I was born. When I was two and my sister five years old, my parents decided that we would go and celebrate my third birthday all together in “The House”. I was nearly three years old and I could feel the freedom inside myself. It was a large house with wooden wondows and the light beams coming through them. Furthermore, there was a terrace with two rocking chairs which gave you the chance to see the sunset. Likewise, the living-room had a chimney in the middle which was surrounded by leather sofas and a large collection of books and CDs. My grandfather used to tell us stories about princes and princesses round the warmth of the fire. Moreover, there was a piano, which my sister played and everybody used to sing together “Happy Birthday” around it. In any case, the best place of the house was my bedroom, a princess’ bedroom with its big bed and with its typical doll’s house which drove me mad. Everything was perfect.
But, when I was thirteen years old, my grandfather died and my grandmother fell into a depression so my parents decided not to go to that house anymore until everything got fine again. However, time went on and my parents nerver wanted to go, as I said before, to The House of My Dreams.
Seasons changed and I never heard a word about my “palace”. Nonetheless, in an autumn day, my parents told us that we were going on holiday for a week. It took us three hours to arrive, on the contrary, it seemed to me as if we had been travelling the whole day. When we finally arrived all our happiness vanished. The house was completely neglected. Nobody could believe it. All the windows were broken and the garden looked like a jungle. What is more, there were cockroaches in the kitchen and my doll’s house had disappeared. We were so disappointed that we took our luggage and we went to a hotel. My parents felt guilty because of the fact that it was their fault that the house looked abandoned. As a result, they took the decision of buying another house, not as big as this one, but one where we could remember the meaning of freedom.
Tomorrow, we are visiting our new house. It has a swimming pool and a small garden. The living-room also has a chimney and there is a bedroom with its princess’ bed and its doll’s house. Nevertheless, the bedroom is not for me, but it is for my niece. I hope she will enjoy it as much as I did.
