I Miss Home

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It was my first flight to France, to see my dads new job. The sun was shinning bright . I sore the clouds making imagery shapes, I sore a flower and a car OH!!!, and one looked like a cloud. I was drawing me and mum because she didn't came with us. When suddenly a beam of light gazed at me, I tried to avoid it, finally is was lunch even though my tummy was rumbling I was not hungry . I missed mum. then when I looked out the plane window I witch was almost as plane as my hart, I sore mum, I looked back and there was my beautiful mum.