We lived there for a few years, during my and my sister's highschool. We shared a room, my mom was okay having the small one so we could have the big one. My sister and I were messy teenagers, and argued probably too much.
My mom often came home late from work, often with a few things from the supermarket. We used to have long dinners. Not because we ate a lot, but because conversations were long. We shared how our day went, talked about our problems, joked and laughed…
My mom used to leave notes for us whenever she left.
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We had a cannary, he would sing sometimes, mostly when you weren't looking. He was out in the terrace, where we also had a hammock, a table and chairs, and many plants. At 12 everyday, you'd hear the church bells ring for 10 minutes or so.
