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My home, a place where memories are born and a place of comfortability. From being little at three years old to coming age of nine; I was told we were going to move. My mother planned on moving for a while and was putting our house for sale. My mother’s boyfriend William wanted us to move to Miami, Florida where his brother lived. His brother told him we could stay over his home to get a feel for the place. I was not fond of the idea of moving as I’ll be leaving behind my friends I’ve known for many

bad. My boss wasn’t on my tail for not getting him a paper on time. It was supper time when I got home. The food was already set out and the kids at the table when I walked in the door. Jane, 9 years old, had a book in her hand like normal. Billy, 4 years old, sat there picking at his scab. My husband came in with the last plate. Jason had been out of a job for 9 months now, so he was the stay at home mom for a little while. I set my bag down on our wooden table right beside the door. I walked over

“Hey kiddo come on we’ll go home and have some pizza for dinner” Timmy’s father replied. “Thank you officer for keeping an eye on him” the father said looking up to the officer behind the counter. “No problem have a good night” the officer said. “You to and sorry for the trouble”

bad. My boss wasn’t on my tail for not getting him a paper on time. It was supper time when I got home. The food was already set out and the kids at the table when I walked in the door. Jane, 9 years old, had a book in her hand like normal. Billy, 4 years old, sat there picking at his scab. My husband came in with the last plate. Jason had been out of a job for 9 months now, so he was the stay at home mom for a little while. I set my bag down on our wooden table right beside the door. I walked over

I yawned, as I sat next to her in the dark nursing home room. The room was small, with a little TV in the corner that always had a show in black and white on. The walls were covered in posters of Snoopy and the Peanuts clan. I nudged my mom, signaling that I wanted to go home. She shook her head, and I let out a quiet sigh. It was late. I looked at my Grandma Karen (I used to call her Ma) who lay motionless in her bed. Her big brown eyes were wandering around the room, looking through her messy

The Home: Mr. and Mrs. Beavers reside in the Denbigh section of Newport News, Virginia. Their home is in an established neighborhood located within minutes of Patrick Henry Mall, Newport News/Williamsburg International Airport, schools, Riverside Regional Medical Center, Mary Immaculate Hospital as well as many restaurants and retail shops. Their house is a ranch style home with three bedrooms, one and half bathrooms, eat-in kitchen, and living room. It is adequately furnished and housekeeping

Anticipation mounted as they pulled into the driveway of their new home. This time, it was going to be different. They were no longer renters, but bona fide homeowners. No one would ever be able to evict them again. Relieved it was a single-level house, they didn’t have to worry about screens popping out a second-story window. It did not have a porch with steps or garage, but it did have a basement and a large backyard. Molly, Susan, and Beth greeted the fearless foursome at the front door. Reunited

An Animal 's Home With a great boom, another tree came down, and it seems as though there is no end in sight to them falling. All my life I have seen trees destroyed and new houses going up. My animal friends keep losing their homes for the benefit of people, and I cannot keep watching this horrible thing go on. When I get old enough I will be able to do something about it. My animal friends need their homes; they have done nothing to deserve this. Every year for the last ten years I have watched

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