10/11/86
class V Elementary - Institute Gioacchino Rossini Italian
Theme: happy hours and hustle and bustle at home
Compass writes
In my house of happy hours there is very little: we are quietly serene and happy when we all go on Sunday in the bed of my mother and my father and there we we play: the game of mime, the game of the cities, animals and puzzles and so on.
Then we're fine even when the evening and we all eat together and so my father can talk to the mother of his problems, his holiday departure, then my sister says its improvements in writing the vowels but I speak good grades I've got school, homework home and I had to read the notices of school.
Instead of the hustle and bustle there is much more: when we get up in the morning and my sister can not help but go to the bathroom and if it is busy, he starts throwing punches and kicks until he opened the doors. Then there are those who want breakfast milk and biscuits, some sandwich with tomato etc..
The dress is even worse: my sister who does not want his pants but he wants her skirt, then she does not like the green sweater designed with a tie because he says it is for boys, and anyway it's time that we go to school and home again becomes quiet. Other
hustle is when we go on holiday in Puglia, then my dad just being a long trip the car door for a ride to see if everything is fine, while my mother prepares to pack up and puts on a half home.
The worst is when we have to load everything in the cart and so anyone who enters, who leaves, who can not take it, who gives nuisance, but a privilege that we to live on the ground floor and so there is not much chaos. I do not give much trouble to go out and go play with my friends: the best thing I instill
PS: The photo is older than two years .... but in Rome and most of the photos from that period in Lecce .... is the maximum that I could do;)
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