My first house, Sadat house

Written on 18th of nov as firstdraft 
My first house
Just around the corner of Sadat and Hamra streets i used to wait for the school bus. In fact it wasnot  a school bus, it was a Chevy or Olds station wagon, a gray old one .some kids would sit in the back, others crowded in the rear back with ourbags and extrabig lunchboxes.... At least i had a very  big lunchbox that fits lunch for five kids , and well Feryal  also  had the same one for her  and her three siblings ... Anyway, at four in the afternoon  we would  return home.
.we stop by   baba's (Dad's)   grocery shop  that was guarding the house just at the entrance . jiddo (grandpa)   would ask how  was school, Baba urges us to get directly to the house where Mama ( mom) would be expecting us...the loquat tree at the  entrance where  Basem  myyounger  brother climbs before entering the house , his daily activity. Then we pass by Sitto ( grandma as wecall her )  she is in her sixties butalways sick as i remember, sitting in her  iron brass  bed , we pass by her because it was customary to kiss her hand  and because  this wasnot ourhouse alone, it was thte family house ...kids and moms all crowded to eat dinner.Each  mom will tend her kids , then we rush  down to our room , two rooms are ours, the kids room with mattresses and my parents room with a bed, a big double bed, andthe bathroom of course where  we wash our feet daily  before we go to sleep. The kitchen was more a kitchenette since dinner wasnot served or  cooked in here ,always up at grandma. morning  tea and olives were served in our kitchen or cheese sandwiches for a late or snack meal, ofcourse no fridge as i remember, it came late when we moved to the new  apartment  in Rawshe  far away ( for me it was such far ) from Sadat  street, but Sadat house  had family, had unity, had fights with cousins,  and it had all those  gatherings.
my first  house wasnot one , it was two ..the yard where we played in was the connection between the two homes,  a sandy play yard with  the big  loquat tree ... grandpa's voice was the most heard all around ,warning this grandkid or blaming the other , for no sound could be heard or even was allowed to be  heard ....