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First of all, yes I know I’m too young to write a memoir, but this is just a recollection of the last five years of my life in the Philippines before I went to London, tell me what you think please

Chapter One: Moving Day
After the truck which brought our things to our new home left, my mom and my sister started to unload our stuff from the boxes to cupboards and dressers that my great-grandmother ‘left’ for us.
As my Ate Daphne and Mom continue unpacking, I started to wander around the house myself, just to entertain my bored mind. I walk inside one of the rooms near the kitchen, where my also late grandfather Enteng used to rest in. There are two brown built-in cabinets in the left corner of the room, and in the middle of it, is a huge mirror accompanied with a table and a few cosmetics that seemed to have expired years ago. Then I glanced at a huge calendar that was nailed to the back of the door, dating back in the early 90s. I’d like to touch the calendar to get a better look, but it’s covered in dust, grey, filthy dust that you can even see from a distance.
As I continued on from my little tour around my new home, I entered a small toilet that was just next to Lolo Enteng’s room, I’m guessing that’s the guests’ restroom. To be honest, the room wasn’t the best when it comes to hygiene, and it was so dark even the yellow lights didn’t help brightening up the half-turquoise half-brown bathroom.
Next I walked to the back of the house, where a huge tank which holds the general water supply is installed. At the back there’s a cement-made sink that isn’t really that much useful anymore, it’s linked to the dirty guest’s toilet, by the way. I walk past the water tank; I discovered yet another cement-made sink and a dead end with a bunch of rusty items like broken window pieces, shattered glass and outdated clothes that seemed to have been forgotten as time passed it. Then at the back of my ear I heard a loud hissing, I turned around only to see a jet black cat, angrily glaring at me with its golden eyes, its ebony fur straight in the air. Then I looked up the roof, only to see yet another cat, with a greenish-blue coat curiously peeking from its hole in the aged roof. I guess this quiet manor is too quiet that cats aren’t afraid to wander in and out of the house, literally. They even helped themselves inside the kitchen when they see a slice of bread or biscuit, much to my mom’s chagrin.
After I finished looking around the back part of my house, I went to a small room where my mom and my sister continue to unload our luggage. It’s a dark room that was filled up to the ceiling with lots of things that were all in huge, dusty delivery boxes. I look near the door and a small table with a mirror was there, completely ignored by my busy mom and sister. All the boxes and furniture around the room are filthy and obviously neglected. After I exited the dusty room, I finally entered the last room of the house. It used to be my grandmother’s room. The door had a withered leaf at the top, and a small bell attached to it so when you open the door the bell will make a small jingle to it. I walked in the room, with a strong vibe hitting me all over the body, a different sort of vibe unlike in the other rooms in the house. There was a small makeup table in the left part of the room, with two cabinets next to it, one on the left, and one on the right. There was a small bathroom in the right hand corner of the bedroom, and next to the bathroom door, was a medium-sized television and a huge carpet picture of Christ covered with a white rosary on the wall. This was my great-grandmother’s room.
As I was hypnotized by the ghostly silence that slithered through the room, I hear my mom calling me from the kitchen. It was time for some lunch. I ate my food alone whilst my mom and sisters continue to renovate the house with our own stuff. The dining table was made out of white marble, and was exceptionally cold. In the living room were about six small transparent tubes at the top of a huge piano, and inside were small porcelain dolls wearing royal English guard uniforms.
After I finished my meal, I went out to the front terrace. There was a small garden at the right side, which seemed unattended for a long time now, but is obviously still filled with life. I peered out the green, rusty gates, and saw a few children playing tag, despite the sun-kissed cement ground burning hot. I never knew how to play like the children outside, since growing up my mom never let me out of the house, since my previous homes were too near to the busy roads and speeding cars, my mom didn’t want to risk it, but this place is a breath of fresh air, barely any kind of vehicle passes the area because of the dead end at the back of the street.
In my mind that day, I always wondered what it was like to be like those children, carefree and happy for the day to go by, along with many of their friends.
It wasn’t until Christmas Eve two months l

Sure it’s good. Interesting… But you have to check your grammar…

"my previous homes were too near to the busy roads and speeding cars,"
- my previous homes were too near busy roads and speeding cars,

Are you writing in past tense or present? It’s kind of confusing me… You slip to present and past at times. Otherwise, this is really interesting

Good luck with it!

It is the start to my chapter 2, I know I have already posted but I need more opinions and I will be very grateful x

Chapter 2
Watt Crescent was a charming little street. The gardens were perfectly manicured and every house had a fence separating its self from the lane. Glasgow wasn’t well known for its picket fences and quiet streets.

Luca walked up the lane. The brick red house sat in darkness, the only source of light coming from the street lamps positioned a few feet apart. Number three, was the second house on the right. He approached it with caution, even though he knew he was invisible to the human eye when his wings were out. He couldn’t sense any immediate danger but he knew something had to be wrong or he wouldn’t have been sent here.

He slowly unlocked the gate and walked up the narrow garden path, past the close and up the steps to the front door. It was locked, of course, but Luca simply placed his hand over the doorknob and it clicked open.

Straight through the front door was a small hallway with dark wood floors and stairs covered in a deep red carpet. A strong smell of scented candles settled in Lucas’ nostrils. The owner was asleep upstairs, none the wiser to his presence and no matter how long Luca had to keep coming back here, the boy would never know. He made his way into the family room and took his position in the far corner. Now all he had to do was wait. Soon, he would be back in the comfort of his hotel bed and just in time for Catherine waking.

***
Catherine lay dreaming. She always had the same dream ever since she met Luca. The dream would start off with her entering the bathroom and reaching for the door of the mirror cabinet that sat on the wall. The scissors were purposely stowed away at the back. She took the scissors and started to slash away at her wrists but no blood or cuts would appear. Catherine could sense someone there watching but she could not see them.

“Luca?” she asked aloud, “are you there?”

There would always be no reply. She always wondered why she had called and asked if it was him, it made no sense. After no reply, she would continue and every time the scissors came close to her skin she would hear a small clanking sound. She would get up from her position on the floor against the bath and look in the sink. Her Grandmothers engagement ring would be spinning just about to slip down the plug hole and she would dive to grab it and then she would wake.

I love how you began this, it definitely pulled me in. But then I lost interest towards the end, my mind just began to wander. Maybe because it feels like you’re trying to put two narratives in one small place and I found that confusing. Stick to one person speaking or one scene

Hi, so this is my chapter 2 and I have added to it, what are your thoughts?

Watt Crescent was a charming little street. The gardens were perfectly manicured and every house had a fence separating its self from the lane. Glasgow wasn’t well known for its picket fences and quiet streets.

Luca walked up the lane. The brick red house sat in darkness, the only source of light coming from the street lamps positioned a few feet apart. Number three, was the second house on the right. He approached it with caution, even though he knew he was invisible to the human eye when his wings were out. He couldn’t sense any immediate danger but he knew something had to be wrong or he wouldn’t have been sent here.

He slowly unlocked the gate and walked up the narrow garden path, past the close and up the steps to the front door. It was locked, of course, but Luca simply placed his hand over the doorknob and it clicked open.

Straight through the front door was a small hallway with dark wood floors and stairs covered in a deep red carpet. A strong smell of scented candles settled in Lucas’ nostrils. The owner was asleep upstairs, none the wiser to his presence and no matter how long Luca had to keep coming back here, the boy would never know. He made his way into the family room and took his position in the far corner. Now all he had to do was wait. Soon, he would be back in the comfort of his hotel bed and just in time for Catherine waking.

He thought about Catherine and how she would be warm and comfortable just now in the queen size bed of the honeymoon suite. He knew it was best she never knew about who he was. The thought of him not lying next to her on their wedding night tormented him and he didn’t know what would happen if she woke and didn’t find him there. He hadn’t been separated from her in a whole year and even though she never knew he hadn’t been away from her for a long period of time, he knew. Luca knew it wasn’t just the fact that it was their first night as man and wife apart; he knew it was just being away from her full stop. He couldn’t get to her in time if something went wrong. He had been protecting her for so long he didn’t know how not to. Catherine hadn’t hurt herself for a few months now but still he couldn’t help but wonder, what if?

***
Catherine lay dreaming. She always had the same dream ever since she met Luca. The dream would start off with her entering the bathroom and reaching for the door of the mirror cabinet that sat on the wall. The scissors were purposely stowed away at the back. She took the scissors and started to slash away at her wrists but no blood or cuts would appear. Catherine could sense someone there watching but she could not see them.

“Luca?” she asked aloud, “are you there?”

There would always be no reply. She always wondered why she had called and asked if it was him, it made no sense. After no reply, she would continue and every time the scissors came close to her skin she would hear a small clanking sound. She would get up from her position on the floor against the bath and look in the sink. Her Grandmothers engagement ring would be spinning just about to slip down the plug hole and she would dive to grab it and then she would wake.

I love the beginning but the last few parts seemed rushed and lacked imagery but other than that keep writing