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Vannessa Molina
Student Number 21565557
Today out of all days I had decided to clean out my attic upstairs. As I go upstairs, I take a quick pause and sneeze. Feeling the dust tickling my nostrils, I glance at everything surrounding me, Piles of boxes, books, big bags filled with old clothes, photo albums stacked like a tower nearly clasping. It was a mess. Not the biggest mess in the world or a horrific scene of a hoarder’s mess, but it was still a mess. All the attic needed was dusting, sweeping, and reorganizing. Quickly, I go back downstairs heading my way towards the kitchen, and I reach for my grandmas red apron and put it on. Once I’ve gotten my apron on tightly, I go under the sink cabinet and get a bottle of Pine-Sol, some Chlorox disinfecting wipes, and a dry old sponge. Once I have gotten all my cleaning utensils, I put them in an blue bucket. I almost forgot! I also needed a duster. I go to the laundry room get the duster and rush back to the kitchen. Before going upstairs, I make sure and double check if I have all the items I need making sure so I wouldn’t have to make another trip to come back downstairs.
I am upstairs and ready to begin. I start by dusting a little, moving some boxes to the side, when I am suddenly distracted by a particular box. The box had my name written on it, and as I put the duster aside, I walk towards the box. On top of the box it had some old photo albums, and I open the first photo album. I start looking through the photo album and all I see is some old family photos, birthday parties, special events and holiday pictures. Putting that album aside, I open the next photo album. It was pictures of me growing up with close friends and family. It was like for a second, I was going back in time. I almost immediately, forget about the cleaning and pull up a small plastic pinkish stool and sat down.
In the photo album, I walked back in time and relived every smile, every hug, every embarrassment, and every moment that
Student Number 21565557
Today out of all days I had decided to clean out my attic upstairs. As I go upstairs, I take a quick pause and sneeze. Feeling the dust tickling my nostrils, I glance at everything surrounding me, Piles of boxes, books, big bags filled with old clothes, photo albums stacked like a tower nearly clasping. It was a mess. Not the biggest mess in the world or a horrific scene of a hoarder’s mess, but it was still a mess. All the attic needed was dusting, sweeping, and reorganizing. Quickly, I go back downstairs heading my way towards the kitchen, and I reach for my grandmas red apron and put it on. Once I’ve gotten my apron on tightly, I go under the sink cabinet and get a bottle of Pine-Sol, some Chlorox disinfecting wipes, and a dry old sponge. Once I have gotten all my cleaning utensils, I put them in an blue bucket. I almost forgot! I also needed a duster. I go to the laundry room get the duster and rush back to the kitchen. Before going upstairs, I make sure and double check if I have all the items I need making sure so I wouldn’t have to make another trip to come back downstairs.
I am upstairs and ready to begin. I start by dusting a little, moving some boxes to the side, when I am suddenly distracted by a particular box. The box had my name written on it, and as I put the duster aside, I walk towards the box. On top of the box it had some old photo albums, and I open the first photo album. I start looking through the photo album and all I see is some old family photos, birthday parties, special events and holiday pictures. Putting that album aside, I open the next photo album. It was pictures of me growing up with close friends and family. It was like for a second, I was going back in time. I almost immediately, forget about the cleaning and pull up a small plastic pinkish stool and sat down.
In the photo album, I walked back in time and relived every smile, every hug, every embarrassment, and every moment that