1. Looking Out My Window
... 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 grandparents, my ... sweet, which were made by my grandma. She always looked serious no matter what she was doing. Step by step, I was able to steal the sweet. A huge yell thundered out like an alarm: "Billaaaaaaaal come over here " and as always I took it and I ran. My mom dropped the dishes and she ran after me grinni...
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- Approx Pages: 5
- Grade Level: High School