I come from a family of three my step dad, my mum and my brother,
I come from another family of one with my dad.
I come from a gallery with picture frames and customers.
I smell the pub fries all over again and again and again it brings backs old memories,
I still make pizza again and again when I sleep I still remember making the pizza.
But in my sleep I also had fears of the dark, cliffs and spiders.
I feel the cold of the snow and feel it breaking.
We have a dog named Max the doggy but he’s a bit naughty.
I feel the weather of the snow, the rain and the sunshine.
But at the end of the day I come from a family of four,
My dad, my stepdad, my mother, my brother and me.
By Alfred
