“My kitchen has my knives and dishes and pots for cooking and eating,
I can cook for hours,
I hear the wind and I bake.”
What does it mean when you move from one house to another?
For me, it means sadness and a feeling that I will miss my home.
It makes me upset because
My home is where I belong,
It is the place where I live,
And where I store everything.
I love my house.
My room is there to greet me every morning when I wake up,
The light shining through the windows,
Everything just so…
It makes me feel cozy.
My kitchen has my knives and dishes and pots for cooking and eating,
I can cook for hours,
I hear the wind and I bake.
My dining room is where I eat,
spend time with my family,
And talk all day with them.
I can play and have fun at the table too.
My living room is there to meet me when I want to relax,
The couch is cozy,
The chairs are soft.
When it comes time to leave the house to find a new one,
I always feel sad to leave.
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