A Normal Day
The soft breeze carries my hair past my eyes . . . My dad laughs while I draw. I look over at my mother, who is quietly reading her book. I hear my sister talking to her friends on the phone. And my fish peacefully sleeps in his house. This all happens in our house while my hamster looks upon us.
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