Personal Narrative: Wooden Log

After almost 18 years I have been sleeping in the same room with square shape, it is about 50m² in my grandmother’s house, but it is nit just mine because I share it with my older brothers, that is the reason why you can find a bunk in the right corner (behind the door) it is a little old, seen as it has been here for over 27 years, next to it, you can find a wooden log which belongs to one of my brothers and he uses it as a table where he puts his notebooks and that kind of stuff. At the left of the wooden log, you can find my bed and when I’m sleeping my feet is almost over the wodden log, I sleep with my mother, it used to be for my mother and dad and I used to sleep in a matress under their bed, but my father died and I took his place over the floor.
Under my bed, I got all of the shoes, seven pairs are mine, three are of my mother, and each one of my brothers have two pairs. Next to my bed is a bookshelf divided in four sections, the one at the bottom is meant for my brother’s projects because they work way too much with computers and that kind of stuff which needs a lot of space, the next one is meant for David’s scholar books, upper is meant to my scholar books, but they are not as heavy or take as much space as my brothers’ books do, so I got some extra space for my CD’s and DVD movies, also some make-up stuff and my mother’s pills for her illness, lastly, in the top level of the bookshelf you can find my older brother’s