Hanna K asked:
I can’t think of a logical way to transition from the 1st paragraph to the 2nd. Help please?
I ONLY WANT HELP WITH TRANSITIONING. No critics, please.
Furniture, or any object for that matter, can hold a lot of personal significance. Sure, it’s only wood and fabric, but there are emotions and memories woven into each fiber. At my dad’s house in Arizona, I am particularly attached to the bed in my room. I think my parents had it even before I was born. It’s a really intricate piece of work. The black-lacquered wood frames all four sides and weaves together to create a canopy overhead. Not only is it beautiful to the eye, but for me, it also holds some wonderful memories. When my parents were still together, it was their bed. I remember lazy afternoons sitting in that bed with my parents and my sister just laughing or watching television. I recall nights when the four of us would all slumber in the bed. When our cats were only tiny kittens, they slept in that bed. This bed represents a time of innocence for me. Some of the most memorable experiences from my childhood happened in that bed. I probably bonded with my family the most in that bed. When I sleep in that bed, I feel at peace with myself and the world.
But, nothing stays the same forever. And I am at a new stage in my life, and the bed transitioned with me. Physically moving that bed to my dad’s new house from the house we all shared represents a change in my life. My family is very important to me, and when my parents announced their impending divorce, my world fell apart. I knew that I would see less of my dad. He moved down the street and visited us as much as he could. When my mother decided to move us to New York, I was really torn up. I now see my dad only once every few months. It’s really difficult for me, but I remember that I sleep in a bed that is a representation of how much my family will always love me, and I feel so much better. My dad has since remarried and I have two older stepbrothers and a younger stepsister, but I am alright with it. I know that even though my dad has moved on, he still loves me the same. And, again, because family is so important to me, I love and cherish my new family members as if they had always been apart of my family. I am extremely close with my father. My younger sister is closer with my mother. People say that I look more like my dad, while my sister looks more like my mom. My dad and I both share the same immature sense of humor that is satisfied by watching America’s Funniest Home Videos. My dad is obsessed with building model airplanes. His house is covered in them. I love making jewelry; I think that I inherited this passion of working with my hands from my dad. The bed is a symbol of how things in my life may change, but one thing that will always be constant is the love and acceptance of my family.
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