'Paradise on the Outskirts'

'An oral falsehood has been inherited in my family for generations. On a May afternoon, the condemnation came for me to receive this heirloom from my grandmother. We traditionally spend our quantify together by enjoying her be hit the hay plants from her porch in silence. On a blistering afternoon, we institute ourselves on her porch swing. The quite a little from the cigarette in her hand permeated the lively air with vogue. She sighed, and so, disruption the silence, she began. They woke up all(prenominal) morning in what you could call paradise. paradise was found on the outskirts of Matamoros, Mexico, where rest erstwhile reigned. A timber outside presented unfermented scents from the Rosales and the soothing sound of a rippling resaca. The vast, confidential landscape consists of orange, sables hair pencil and mesquite trees. singular red cobblestones down the stairs their feet radiated energy. In the thick of this place was the stead of the influential Reyna family. Great, woodwinden doors on a plastered border open into a vast get on. A son, a girl, and their grandparents live the ancestral family home. The boys delightfully unkempt room, cluttered with sketches, and brandished a windowpane facing the resaca in which he loved to swim. Rosy walls meet the girls quaint room; toys and dolls were lined in cabinets. The handsomest room was the grandparents. It had grand, wood furniture, stone floor, comely chandeliers, and crystalline windows.\n cardinal years later, on the outskirts of Matamoros, continued this paradise. A man, with his wife in mind, walked past the undue trees and Rosales. Despite its chaotic unkemptness, great peace and energy resonated in the landscape. He walked towards the worn, woody front doors of the accustomed home where he and his deceased love once lived. Her expiration created an air of somber indifference. The door creaked at opening and revealed dull, wooden floors. The man dragged his feet cross ways the threshold and onto the wooden staircase. With his hands on the iron railing, he ma... '