Family

• Helena Ristos, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2010

Sometimes siblings aren't that kind.
I love them equally except when I get angry that's when I just want to be by myself. I will start off with my dad. I love my dad so much and sometimes he just makes me furious and I apologize for doing something wrong. Then there's my mum, I love her as much as my dad. I don't really run away and hide in a corner when I don't get what I want but I love her and treats my lovely like how I treat her. Then there's my sister. I love her she is like my best friend. I wish she could go to my school sometimes and I just love her too much. I have two brothers that are really quite annoying sometimes. Because I am the youngest well their are good and bad things about that. Bad=well going last for board games, Good=well sometimes everything. When being with family it gives me a tingle inside just being around everyone and that's why I love them all equally. Some people think with are strange, awkward, and usually humorous but I think that we are all perfect just the way we are. I remember when I was younger my mum used to sing to me this strange funny song that she sang to each four of us as we all grew up.