I am from Kabul, Afghanistan. I lived with my mom, father, brother, my sister, my grandmother, my mom’s sister, my mom’s brother, and two cousins. I like two cousins. I’m school 5 grade. I learned read and math. This was my clothes for school:
In Afghanistan I eat my rice. I eat meatballs, yogurt, peppers and I eat corn. I eat mantu, I eat kebab. I eat Bolani. I eat kofta. I eat egg. I eat chicken. I eat dumplings.
I have clothes like this:
My family not happy. I’m not happy. Because for this one not family. I want family not come America. My mom not happy. Mom’s family not come America.
In the U.S.A. I eat corn. I eat rice. I eat oranges. I eat chicken. I eat kabob. I eat kofta. I eat cake.
America school good. I like my School. Teacher Mrs. Henderson is good. I am a student. I am in class. I am short. I am quiet. I am young.
America I no like. Family is in Afghanistan. I just know school, HEB and Walmart. I don’t know America.