My father seems to love stairs. When he built our house, it is full of uncountable steps going to almost everywhere. Some are as short as having two steps, and some are winding with almost 20 steps. Maybe, during that time, stairs are the new talk of the town, that’s why my father filled our house with them. Also, one thing that my father is addicted at is cement. Our house is made of cement all over. The walls, floor, and even the chairs in the lawn are made of cement. The Stair railing is also made of cement. Just imagine how our house looks like! It is very primitive-looking, and it is not elegant at all.

When my father died, my mother asked me to live with her. The house is too big for her and I also think that it is necessary that somebody is looking out for her. And so we agreed to come and live with her. However, we thought that the house needs some changes to make it suitable for kids and for the time as well. We asked my mother of we can make some renovations and she agreed.

We only did little changes. We have an Iron Gate installed since the old one is already rusty. Also, we changed the color of some walls, and we bought new appliances. The renovation did the house well. I hope that my father is also loving the new look of the house he loved so much.