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A HOME
A home is not a box of wooden sticks.
A home is when all my family meets on Christmas holidays, and I play with my older cousin.
It is my grandma’s cooking in the kitchen and I'm sitting at the table and I stroke my cat.
It is when my friend says a joke and everyone starts laughing.
It's helping to plant flowers for my grandma.
My room where I can rest and feel safe and where I can hide all my secrets.
Early in the morning me and my friend going for a walk.
Home is me and my friends sitting at the cinema. We laugh, eating popcorn . Nothing worries us because we are still children.
My friends and I playing in the playground laughing, singing songs, riding on the swings and the sky is a bright orange color.
It's about memories . Like you remember how in summer you play with your friends. Summer is memories time .
Home is about feelings.
By Alisa N
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