My Friend’s House
By Matthew B. at St. Rocco School
I remember when I went
to my friend’s. I smell
Spanish food like
yellow rice and
empanadas. I hear
their two dogs barking.
I hear her say
hey matthew when I
come in the house.
I feel my phone
when it rings.
I feel their two dogs fun.
I taste his mom’s amazing food.
I taste the sweet candy
when we buy it at the store.
I taste the water when I get
something to drink. I see
their furniture, technology.
I see the food cooking.
The people in this place
is my friends, their mom,
and all the people who come over.
The image that is strong for me
is when I reach the house
to see my friends.
I feel like I’m family in this place.