Gotta right a short story with these words teacher said it’s okay to leave out a few (4)

The height of the ceiling held my fancy as I stared wistfully at it. It was either that or receive chores to do if I were to creep out of the living room where I hid from my mother. The concept of "leisure time" held no definition to her and she couldn't see the point in such a thing. The weight of this reality must have deceived her brain as a child, now she does the neighborly thing and pass the deceitful practice onto me. Regardless of the fact that I had just had my eightieth birthday, making me of course eighteen, an adult. Neither this fact or any fact for that matter could make her change her mind, once the thought was running a never ending sleigh ride in her head, it never left its path. 

I hope I helped a bit!

He should show his work.