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Home By: Eiman Home is where I wake up to a sun ray. It touches me where I lay. When I first moved in it looked like a shed. I moved in with my bed. I get out of my bed and see my sisters up ahead. I see them playing with some thread. I feel happy, sad and mad. I like looking at my mat I get up to have fun! I run I jump I even play with a toy gun! I smell my mom cooking fresh bread. Whose aroma goes into my head. I hear my sister’s play. They play all over with the clay without any delay. I sleep I lay I play. I have had a very fun day. I sleep like a hibernating bear. Like nobody’s there. My home is where I play and lay. Best part of it all home is where I stay and it is not a big dismay.