My New Home
It was a rainy day and I was at my Grandparents house. I heard
thunder and asked my Grandma why it was thundering. She looked at the
weather when I asked and said, “There might be a bad storm.”
About an hour later there were trees falling over and I was scared.
All of the sudden my grandpa told us to go to the basement. I fell asleep
down there. When the storm passed the house was destroyed. I was
crying. My parents had died the year before this and I was calling this
house my home. I belonged here. I felt at home here. I wanted to build it
again. We went to the store and got some things to bring to our new home.
I loved the new house and now I was calling this house my home. This
home was great. This home was for me. This home was small and fit my
family. It had all the things we needed. It made us feel safe. Since we left
everything at our old house which was now torn to pieces, my grandma and
I went to the store once again to get more things for our home. I was so
excited to decorate my new room. I loved this house.
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