From a 6th grade beginner

Some of this was dictated. Some came from her journal.  Some was translated by a friend:

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:

    Problems.

    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.