Descriptive Essay On My Second Home

My Second Home Rolling into her driveway, I knew there would be food ready for me to eat. She always had the best food. My mom didn’t like what she fed me all the time, but she didn’t try to stop her. Who could say no to your grandma? My grandma spoiled me all the time, and I loved it. There is no one else I would rather spend my time with than my grandma when I was a kid. My grandma Van Es is someone I love with all my heart because she was my babysitter, the lady with the food, the grandma with the sleepovers. When I was a little kid, probably around the age of four, I never had a babysitter. Either my mom would be home to watch me or I would go to my grandma’s. Once my mom got a job, my grandma’s was the place to go. I never complained

Walking into her garage almost every morning, I could just smell the aroma of freshly baked, delicious chocolate chip cookies. Nothing was better than smelling cookies early in the morning. Sometimes my grandma would let me eat one cookie in the morning if she was in a really good mood. Her cookies were the best, even though they were just the freezer type. She always had cookies in stock at her house. That was the only dessert she ever had, but I didn’t complain. To go along with the cookies, I needed a drink. My grandma had a fridge in her garage where she kept all her drinks like pop, chocolate milk, and juice (Kool-Aid). Kool-Aid was my favorite thing to drink when I was little so I always picked the juice in the bottle.

My grandma was a great cook, but since she was getting older, she didn’t cook a lot of homemade meals. Instead, I had a lot of Hamburger Helper, Mac N Cheese, premade sub sandwiches, or grilled cheese. She did make homemade food once and a while, but I really didn’t mind having the other food. Actually, I really loved eating it. Sometimes as a side, I would have Doritos with French onion dip. That might sound really strange and disgusting but it is honestly really good. All these foods aren’t the healthiest, which is probably the reason why I became chubby, but she did feed me some healthy stuff, too. I loved going to my grandma’s because she had food that I like and that my house

For me, this included my grandma putting a little bit of blush on my cheeks and lipstick on my lips. I wanted to be just like grandma, so when she did my makeup, I felt just like her. I also wore her earrings if she let me. On occasion, my grandma would order Pizza Ranch for supper. She loved eating pizza, and I was her excuse for ordering it because otherwise she would never order pizza for herself. For a snack at night, she would serve cheddar popcorn in a bowl and we would watch a movie together. Sometimes we would get through the whole the thing, and other times we would go to bed early and not finish it. I always slept with my grandma, and I never left without a good night’s sleep. These sleepovers were always the highlights of my