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My Moms Help

My Mom is helping me be a better person. I know that she is helping me be a better person because she taught me how to make boundaries, to be a good example to my siblings, and to not get mad at someone but feel sorry for them. She is the most loving person in the world. She will do anything to keep me safe.

 

First, my Mom taught me how to make boundaries. An example of this was when someone was being mean to me at school.  My Mom told me, “What you should do is make a boundary.”

I said, “What’s a boundary?” She told me that a boundary is, in this case, when you choose to not play with that person. The next day when I went to school I made the boundary and it worked! I have made many boundaries ever since.

 

Secondly, my Mom taught me to be a good example to my siblings. The important thing about this is if I do something wrong then my sisters will think it is okay and do it too. My little sister, Indie, learned to bite and kick from my other little sister, Tea. It is really important to be a good example to your siblings. Someone once said, “Siblings: your only enemy you can’t live without.” This makes me think that

 

Last but not least, my mom has taught me to not get mad at someone but feel sorry for them. It can be hard to not get mad at someone. Even though that person didn’t choose the right doesn’t mean they can’t be forgiven. I would hate it if someone didn’t forgive me.

 

In closing, my mom is helping me be a better person by teaching me how to make boundaries, to be a good example to my siblings, and to not get mad at someone but feel sorry for them. I hope your heart feels what I feel when I say that my mom teaches me to be better person.

 

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The Memory Left In Ashes

I peered down from the railing of my neighbors porch as my face got warm from the fire coming from my house. An ocean-blue tear dropped from my face onto the orange and yellow flames. Firefighters were sprinting all around my house. I was afraid someone would get killed. Just before I thought my face…
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Story lead- Zoe

I peered down from the railing of my neighbors porch as my face got warm from the fire coming from my house. A ocean blue tear dropped from my face into the orange and yellow flames. Firefighters were sprinting all around my house. I was afraid someone would get killed. Just before I thought my face was going to melt from the flames my neighbor called, ¨ Zoe, come in here I have something to tell you!¨

As I walked into the house I had a weird feeling in my stomach that someone got hurt but I didn’t know who. As I walked into the house, my legs felt like jelly. My neighbor said ¨ Zoe -¨ she pause for a moment,  ¨ y- your dad was in the fire .¨ As soon as she said it I fell to the ground and started balling.

 

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