english coursework

This is some of my coursework that i must add more simies and metaphors and other writing techniques in but i dont know how. Please can someone help

An Unforgettable Day

I remember it was mid-July and the sky was littered with steaming clouds and what looked like torn scraps of cloth which were flying in formation past the sun. I awoke to a room full of darkness except for a tiny ray of sunlight shining through the gap in the curtains. Still half asleep, I tried to get out of my warm puffy bed. But I couldn’t. I was just too comfortable. Wanting to return to my deep sleep I rolled over and lay my head on the pillow. Suddenly I was disturbed by a strong smell of burning coming from downstairs. I decided it would be best to go downstairs and check it out. I slowly climbed out of my bed, opened my door and trudged into the kitchen.
As I walked past the front door, I realised that today was the day we are supposed to be moving house. Sluggishly walking towards the kitchen I realised the smell of burning was noticeably stronger and instantly knew my father had burnt the toast again. From washing dishes to ironing clothes, he couldn’t do any of it himself. He always had mum to do these simple tasks for him so he never learnt to do any of it for himself.
As a result of thinking about my mother I entered a world of my own. A sudden wave of sadness came over me. Any hope for happiness was crushed by the agony and sadness of my mother’s death that now haunts me. The pain she must have felt; I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why did she hide it from us? Despite my overwhelming feelings of sadness I had to hold back my tears and try to look like I’m finally getting over her death. Suddenly coming back to the real world my father stood in front of me. I didn’t know he was there because I was deep in thought “What’s wrong”? He asked. “Oh it’s nothing I’m just tired” I replied quickly. “Can you go upstairs and pack up the rest of your things” he asked demandingly as he scraped the burnt toast of the plate into the bin. He seemed angry and upset. He was thinking about mum again. I quickly turned around to avoid any more sadness and headed upstairs to my room.
Once I opened my door I walked over to the window and opened the curtains to let the light fill the room. The room was empty and one shelf on the wall had a few things on it. I picked up a cardboard box and started to fill it with the last of my belongings I took the photo frame of the shelf and gazed at the picture of my mother for a moment. Her hair was a rich shade of mahogany and flowed in waves to adorn her flawless skin. Her eyes were framed by long lashes and there was a welcoming smile on her face. I sat and stared at it for a moment. I packed it away in the box with the rest of my precious items. I suddenly could hear a loud truck horn outside my house so I picked up my box and walked downstairs.
When I Arrived at the front door I could see two strange men were walking through the living room picking up our boxes and putting them into the truck. It didn’t feel right. Even though I wanted to leave and get away from the painful memories it still felt wrong. It felt as if we were taking apart the memories of my mother and hiding them away. Even with these feelings I still helped pack up all of our belongings in the van.
I remember the days when our family used to visit every Sunday and sit down around the round dining table eagerly awaiting my mums delicious roast dinner. The appetising aroma of fresh vegetables, the perfectly round Yorkshire puddings with thick delectable gravy and the soft creamy mashed potato. After eating we would sit down around the coffee table and play board games. It might not sound like much but I always enjoyed my Sundays with my family.
We decided to leave the house because we couldn’t bare the pain of the memories in this house but now, ten years later I regret leaving. This is because it felt like we were trying to forget her altogether. My dad was the one who missed her the most but now he can finally see her again.

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