Home Sweet Home
When I was in my house for the first time, when I was one day old. My heart started pounding. My mom and dad and three year old brother showed me around. Once I turned four, My family moved from our house along the busy road to the very peaceful quiet street. Ever since We had a tradition of eating breakfast after opening my stocking on christmas.
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