When I race people, I feel like the first fastest.
When I see my cousin, he is like my brother - he always comes to my house and buys things for me.
When I cry, I cry for my parents.
When I see Vallu, he is nice to me, he cares for me, he is the best brother ever.
That’s what makes me the person I am today.
By Filimone
Wish I had an older brother like Vallu!
ReplyDeleteHi Pipi!! This is Paua. We enjoyed reading your awesome poems! It sounds like you are all really smart and working hard! Keep it up!
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