4.4 Ancestral Home
Mrs. Ramirez talks with much volume, and speaks with a fast momentum. Just her laugh, makes you laugh - that's how she is. Bungalow. Three bedrooms. Two bathrooms. Living room. Kitchen. They have been on that street for 62 years. Renovations were made, rooms added, rooms removed and rooms just left untouched. It wasn't too big, it wasn't too small - it was just enough for a family of four: father, mother, son and daughter. It wouldn't be accurate to say four, since only the husband and wife live there. She has a night lamp beside their bed, she uses it to read every night before she goes to sleep. Her eyeglass case directly beside on a wooden desk. She keeps her blanket only up to her waist. It was bothersome since it was too hot if it were to cover her entire body. The couple has separate beds. The husband sleeps on the floor, using a banig. He complains how he gets back pain when he sleeps on mattress. It's too soft, that he gets enveloped. On the floor is an alarm clock, he sets it at 6 am everyday - apart from wednesday where he sets at 5 am for him to hear mass. She has a large mirror with a border that looked like porcelain. On the desk were tiny trinkets of jewellery like bracelets, rings, and necklaces. She doesn't keep them in their boxes, because she forgets that she had them. There were containers that were empty, used for make-up. She didn't throw them out because she wanted to buy new ones and would refer to the labels - although she always did forget, she didn't really need it.