1. Looking Out My Window
... my thoughts took me to a place filled with nostalgic memories of my family, which led to tears flowing down my face. The rain and my tears started falling concurrently while a beautiful picture of my family running and smiling started forming in my mind. I can still hear my mom calling my name, "Bilal come, come ... at night. My favorite part of the house was the kitchen because it was small and the smell of the food that was cooking. The smell always crept out towards the rooms, which lured us toward our soon-to-be-ready meal. I grew up as part of a large family that consisted of my gra...
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- Approx Pages: 5
- Grade Level: High School