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This is my first Essay On Remembering Events as FRESHMEN in Oakland University. I need some suggestion on Grammar and Mechanics.
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Home Sweet Home
It was my last day in "C-5". Adarsh Society was the name of my street, and "C-5" was our house number for the last 10 years when we lived in India. We decided to leave this house. It was a moment of happiness and sorrow at the same time. I was sad, because I had to leave a place where I was born, played day and night, and where I felt like I was in heaven. However, my family was happy because we were going on a big trip. We decided to migrate to the USA. My uncle who lived in the USA for more than 20 years filed documents for immigration. I knew that a day would come when this file would be opened and we would go to the USA, but it was faster than I thought. I was not ready for this change.
] When I woke up at six o'clock, our luggage was outside of the house on the ground. My mom said to be ready in an hour because the movers would be coming in the next thirty minutes. After I got ready, I remembered our bathroom was the reason of fights between me and my sister every morning. Mom assigned me to see that all the boxes were arranged properly. Everything was happening faster than I could think. I saw a small red candle stand which I made in second grade. My sister was throwing it outside with other things. That candle stand had so much meaning for me; she can't throw it in the garbage. I complained to my mom, but she told me that it was broken and not useful. I agreed with her, but still it was important for me. I threw it out with my own hands, but I was so sad.
My father came, and he brought snacks from my favorite shop. I can still experience the fragrance of hot snacks and see the symbol of the Green Parrot of that shop . My sister and my brother and I were eating the snacks. I heard mom and father were talking about how the upstaris floor was full of cupboards and boxes which were filled with glass accessories. They needed to take more care. I decided to go over and see all that stuff. I was amazed when I looked at little dolls,a train,a small telephone, a foot long a cricket bat and my first prize, a watch. I was feeling so happy with them and I felt that it was the most joyful movement in my life. I took all things from open boxes and started to play with them. My brother came after me and he started playing too.
"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep...." the train is coming my brother told every single time when he played with it. In the main hall had a big TV box where we put our notebook and charts. Furthermore, the showcase was arranged with awards which were won by our family members. The reason behind this was make us remember that we are students and our goal is to achieve score. When I heard the voice of my sister I felt like awaking from sleep. I moved to next room of temple where I beg good scores to God before every exam. It was special moment when I pryed for exams. Now, the paint of the wall was going to faint because of the roof was licking. It needed to repair the roof, walls and terrace.
The occen was nearer from my house. Our terrace was really good place for seeing to the whole city. Cool wind was coming from the sea and leaves of the tree were moving slowly. Whenever I feel uncomfortable or angry with someone, I came over here and forgot my all sorrows and anger. I was on stairs and my mom called me again. I knew that there must be some work for me. I wan to spend some time on terrace but my mom called me downstairs. Therefore I went back in work and forgot about terrace.Again I was busy in packing and moving the luggage with my family. That was the first time I saw the moving and packing from house. It was too complicated than I thought. Everything from one knife to big sofas should move properly and packed properly for future use. We all together completed the moving work. Now, my little house was looking huge than I ever saw it. We all were amazed when we wandering in the empty house. Taxi would come for us to take us new place which is going to be our home for next 15 days. After 15 days we are going to the USA by airplane. We are moving to the new world. I was so excited by just thinking about the USA, a country where people have their freedom in true way. The living style of that country is luxurious than us.
At this movement I made mistake. In thoughts of an America I forgot my beautiful house where I used to laugh, cry and enjoy the every day of my life. We sat on the back seat of Taxi and my father and mother sat front seats. I was so happy in my thoughts of the USA. I didn't know my father and mother was crying with neighbors. I never understand the relations between people. I thought this all is nothing more than formality. Slowly, taxi started but there were tears in my parents' eyes. I am laughing in mind and thinking that they are all fool. Why we should thinking about the house when we have sold it to another person? It is now his responsibilities to maintain it.
Finally, after 4 months I was sleeping at my uncle's house in the USA. That night I dreamed about terrace of my old house where we were flying the kites and enjoying the cool wind. I realized that I would never see it again. However, I want to go back again and see it for the last time. The next morning I told my mother about this dream. I asked her to go back for just one moment. I realized I can't go back in time. We can have nothing more than its memories. That minute I realized what we had lost and why my parents were crying before leaving the house. I felt a deep relationship between me and that house. It was too late now, I was in America. My House in India was the most important part of my life. I was angry at myself. How could I have forgotten it ? No one can bring the time back for me. It was the best place in the world for me.
This is my first Essay On Remembering Events as FRESHMEN in Oakland University. I need some suggestion on Grammar and Mechanics.
Thanks
Home Sweet Home
It was my last day in "C-5". Adarsh Society was the name of my street, and "C-5" was our house number for the last 10 years when we lived in India. We decided to leave this house. It was a moment of happiness and sorrow at the same time. I was sad, because I had to leave a place where I was born, played day and night, and where I felt like I was in heaven. However, my family was happy because we were going on a big trip. We decided to migrate to the USA. My uncle who lived in the USA for more than 20 years filed documents for immigration. I knew that a day would come when this file would be opened and we would go to the USA, but it was faster than I thought. I was not ready for this change.
] When I woke up at six o'clock, our luggage was outside of the house on the ground. My mom said to be ready in an hour because the movers would be coming in the next thirty minutes. After I got ready, I remembered our bathroom was the reason of fights between me and my sister every morning. Mom assigned me to see that all the boxes were arranged properly. Everything was happening faster than I could think. I saw a small red candle stand which I made in second grade. My sister was throwing it outside with other things. That candle stand had so much meaning for me; she can't throw it in the garbage. I complained to my mom, but she told me that it was broken and not useful. I agreed with her, but still it was important for me. I threw it out with my own hands, but I was so sad.
My father came, and he brought snacks from my favorite shop. I can still experience the fragrance of hot snacks and see the symbol of the Green Parrot of that shop . My sister and my brother and I were eating the snacks. I heard mom and father were talking about how the upstaris floor was full of cupboards and boxes which were filled with glass accessories. They needed to take more care. I decided to go over and see all that stuff. I was amazed when I looked at little dolls,a train,a small telephone, a foot long a cricket bat and my first prize, a watch. I was feeling so happy with them and I felt that it was the most joyful movement in my life. I took all things from open boxes and started to play with them. My brother came after me and he started playing too.
"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep...." the train is coming my brother told every single time when he played with it. In the main hall had a big TV box where we put our notebook and charts. Furthermore, the showcase was arranged with awards which were won by our family members. The reason behind this was make us remember that we are students and our goal is to achieve score. When I heard the voice of my sister I felt like awaking from sleep. I moved to next room of temple where I beg good scores to God before every exam. It was special moment when I pryed for exams. Now, the paint of the wall was going to faint because of the roof was licking. It needed to repair the roof, walls and terrace.
The occen was nearer from my house. Our terrace was really good place for seeing to the whole city. Cool wind was coming from the sea and leaves of the tree were moving slowly. Whenever I feel uncomfortable or angry with someone, I came over here and forgot my all sorrows and anger. I was on stairs and my mom called me again. I knew that there must be some work for me. I wan to spend some time on terrace but my mom called me downstairs. Therefore I went back in work and forgot about terrace.Again I was busy in packing and moving the luggage with my family. That was the first time I saw the moving and packing from house. It was too complicated than I thought. Everything from one knife to big sofas should move properly and packed properly for future use. We all together completed the moving work. Now, my little house was looking huge than I ever saw it. We all were amazed when we wandering in the empty house. Taxi would come for us to take us new place which is going to be our home for next 15 days. After 15 days we are going to the USA by airplane. We are moving to the new world. I was so excited by just thinking about the USA, a country where people have their freedom in true way. The living style of that country is luxurious than us.
At this movement I made mistake. In thoughts of an America I forgot my beautiful house where I used to laugh, cry and enjoy the every day of my life. We sat on the back seat of Taxi and my father and mother sat front seats. I was so happy in my thoughts of the USA. I didn't know my father and mother was crying with neighbors. I never understand the relations between people. I thought this all is nothing more than formality. Slowly, taxi started but there were tears in my parents' eyes. I am laughing in mind and thinking that they are all fool. Why we should thinking about the house when we have sold it to another person? It is now his responsibilities to maintain it.
Finally, after 4 months I was sleeping at my uncle's house in the USA. That night I dreamed about terrace of my old house where we were flying the kites and enjoying the cool wind. I realized that I would never see it again. However, I want to go back again and see it for the last time. The next morning I told my mother about this dream. I asked her to go back for just one moment. I realized I can't go back in time. We can have nothing more than its memories. That minute I realized what we had lost and why my parents were crying before leaving the house. I felt a deep relationship between me and that house. It was too late now, I was in America. My House in India was the most important part of my life. I was angry at myself. How could I have forgotten it ? No one can bring the time back for me. It was the best place in the world for me.
