Home Is Life
When I am going home from an exhausting day of school I look out the window of my Mom’s car and wonder how my day was. If it was good I feel good. If it was bad I think, how could I improve it? When I finally get home I put on my warm black slippers, then I sit on my soft maroon couch.
Isaac
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