I always have dreams about my grandmother's house, where I spent my childhood. There was no living room or bathroom in the house. In fact, the bathroom was 30 feet from the house. There were just two rooms connected by a door; you need to pass through the first one to reach the second. The first room was the kitchen. The other was the bedroom. In one half of the room was the bed, which was made from brick. A string for the light was above the middle of the bed. If I pulled it, the light turned on, pulled it again, the light turned off. I still hear my grandmother yelling at me to stop pulling it. I still can smell the dust on the widow sill. It smelled like dry grass, which made me relaxed and happy. My grandmother fixed corn soup for me in the morning. The smell, which was sweet, woke me up every day. There were two big windows in the bedroom which were like big eyes, bright and clean. I liked to sit there and look out from the widows on large farmland which filled my whole field of view with tender green. I wondered if somebody had poured the color on it. The chicken coop was on the left of the house. I felt it was much fancier than our house. It had two stories. My favorite thing was picking up the eggs, which made my very pleased. The eggs were warm and pretty. There was a small yard around the house with trees on the right side, straight and neat, which had been planted by my grandmother. During the fall, I could hear the ants passing by. The wind was howling and helped the trees to shave their leaves. The leaves fell down on the ground; it was light and quiet. All of a sudden, the color of the ground turned to gold, and when you stepped there, then the crispy leaves made a cha-cha voice, like they were singing and telling you winter was coming. Have you ever smelled the dirt with rain in the countryside? I have. As soon as the rain and dirt mix together, the strong scent comes to you immediately. It is the smell of the earth's body, which was so fresh. I liked to walk around during the evening. I saw smoke from the kitchen chimneys in each little house; it smelled like my grandmother holding me in her arms. I felt safe, soft and sweet. I have a dream, which is to buy my grandmother's house back. I know the dream will become true because my home is there, which I belong to and will never forget.

 

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