Personal Narrative-Room House

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The year was 1999 and it was just an ordinary day for my family. Mum, Dad, Courtney and Lachlan were living in a three-bedroom house on Mary Street, Shepparton. I was yet to be, but my brother, Lachlan, was a curious three year old. As per most other days, he was put into the main bedroom for his afternoon nap. The room was nothing out of the ordinary. Grey carpet upon which sat my parent’s queen sized waterbed. There was a small desk in the corner. Perpetually located atop the wooden surface was a landline phone, a handful of note pads with some scribble whose importance was known only to the parents. The left leg of desk was comprised of two draws. The bottom was, in theory, a proper filing cabinet, but in reality was just home to piles …show more content…

There was a large window on the exterior wall that provided a view out into the back yard. Hung from the top of this aperture was a set of brand new blue-grey curtains that had been hung only a six days prior. These drapes were Mum’s latest acquisition for the house. She’d had them on layby for two months, just waiting for a moment when Dad could put them up in place of the old faded and tattered fabric they had made do with since moving into the house. Finally, there had been a moment when Dad had a short time off work, so the blinds were collected from layby, despite being two weeks earlier than originally intended, and put …show more content…

Neither party said much for near on fifteen minutes, and the silence was broken as Dad pulled over on the side of a small street that saw little through traffic, turned to Lachlan and in a calm, yet somewhat eerie tone came the words “Now Lachlan. I want you to look at these houses and find one that will suit your needs.” The two walked for a couple minutes Dad was satisfied that Lachlan knew his actions were erroneous, at which time they retraced their path back to that dwelling on Mary

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