My cousins had moved to the house. They had a large courtyard, just a table with chairs. In the summer, the most beautiful thing was to sit in the yard, spit in a sun-chaise lounge. I, most of all, I loved the rose bushes of all colors, it was a great thing to sit and look at them, to have an affectionate smell.
Almost all summer I went to them in the morning to dine my coffee at the garden table, debunk memories, and taste the aunt’s delicious cake, a cake that made you lick your fingers. I would have liked to live at home, sit in the air, but stay in my block.
When my birthday comes, I’ll ask my cousins to sit down there in the beautiful garden, to invite many and good music, a barber of everything on it. I know very well that he will not refuse me, we understand very well.
I already dreamed of how it would be there for my birthday, I guess everyone will be very excited, and I will have many joy. Especially when I think about what gifts I will receive, I’m already feeling dizzy.
As I said before, I stand in the block, but I would like to have my own garden, I also have lamps in the yard, eh dreams … but maybe in time I will convince my mother to make an exchange and to move to the house, where it’s a thousand times as beautiful as a block. I know it will be hard to convince my mother, but who knows what surprises our life gives us, being very good and making all my cravings, even though it’s a house, not a pair of sneakers or something else.