23 December 2014
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Aprn 1915 We have a big family, nine in all: Pa, Ma, three boys, and four girls. For- tunately, we have a big apartment that houses everyone comfortably. Our apartment is built like a train, narrow in the front with rooms extending out to the back.We have many more rooms than the other houses I’ve visited. The most important room in our house is the living room, where we often watch television together. It is very spacious and has an unusually high ceiling to leave room for the loft that my three brothers share as their bedroom. A small hallway leading to the kitchen splits Ma and Pa’s bedroom from the room my three sisters and I share. The smell of fried garlic and cooked rice fills our kitchen when the ’ family takes their usual places around a mahogany table where we each have our own high-backed teak chair. From the kitchen ceiling the electric fan spins continuously, carrying these familiar aromas all around our house—even into our bathroom. We are very modern—our bath- room 1S equipped with amenities such as a flushing toilet, an iron bathtub, and running water. l know we are middle—class because of our apartment and the p03- sessions we have. Many of my friends live in crowded homes with only 0 or three rooms for a family of ten. Most Well—to—do famlhes hve m
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