Thinking of Home
When I think of home I think of my mom in the kitchen cooking. I love when she cooks Italian pizza, it makes my whole house smell amazing!!!! I love it!
I have a giant playground that my brother and I play on all year long. One day we were playing tag and I juked my brother out so bad.
My home would not be my home without my family.
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