Final Parts

It’s an excerpt from my third essay. A memory of my parents’ separation. In the final essay, I will write about their reunion. Just wanted your feedback regarding my writing style. Thank you.

A week later my dad and my little sister came back for me. I had to go with them. Vera was not home. We stayed with some gypsies in an old barrack. Everything seemed dirty and dusty there; constant parties and many little kids surrounded us. We shared a bed with other children. Shortly after, we moved into an old house. It was just three of us. My sister and I needed our mother. The house was on the outskirts of the town. To enter it my dad had to shovel the snow from the doorsteps. Our feet and cheeks were freezing. We finally entered the house, and my dad made a fire. I could not fall asleep; I kept imagining that my mother returned and was now searching for us. I quietly cried. In the morning, because of another snowstorm, we could not open the door for hours. After a few weeks of moving from one place to another, we came back to Vera. She sent my dad into a rehabilitation center.

Spring finally came. Icicles of different sizes and shapes were hanging from every rooftop. They thawed, and a sound of dropping water filled every corner of the town. We loved to suck icicles imagining them to be an ice cream. The town had many firehouses that released dark smoke. The smoke would settle everywhere and turned snow into a gray substance. We were constantly dirty, but we were happy that spring came. It brought us hope that soon we would be with our mother.

During one of the spring afternoons, my sister and I went inside the apartment to have lunch. We run upstairs and suddenly stopped. In front of the apartment door stood the most beautiful woman ever – our mother.