Luke
I wasn’t named after anyone special. I wasn’t named after a singer or athlete or actor. I wasn’t named after a family member. Not an aunt nor uncle. My parents liked the name so they gave it to me. It is just an ordinary name. My middle name is different. It was chosen because it is the name of my uncle. He was an athlete and my mom liked his name so it became my middle name. My last name comes from my parents home country. It means yellow in their countries language. I mom had a different last name but she took my dad’s and now it’s mine. I like my name and i’m not planning to change it anytime soon. When people are born they are an empty canvas. The paint is the name their parents choose. I reflects things like who you are and where you came from. Some names are more popular than others. Mine name isn’t the most popular name but I know a few people who …show more content…
It keeps me warm from the dark wind blowing against its strong sturdy walls. My house isn’t small. My house isn’t big. My house is lost in a sea of similar looking houses. But I can find my mine. I can tell the difference between them. I can navigate the seas of my neighborhood. Everyday I wake up and walk around my house. I know every room in my house, all the walls. I know the top of the attic to the bottom of the basement. I live there with my family. Four people total with one house. There is plenty of room for use. There’s a kitchen for use to cook in. There’s a dining room for us to eat in. There’s a T.V. room for use to watch T.V. in. I have a bedroom where I sleep. There is another one for my parents and one more for my brother. We have bathrooms and closets, windows and doors. We have a yard with some grass and some trees. We have a porch with grill for my dad, a garden with vegetables for my mom. We don’t have too much but we have more than enough. I’m glad that my house is my
I wasn’t named after anyone special. I wasn’t named after a singer or athlete or actor. I wasn’t named after a family member. Not an aunt nor uncle. My parents liked the name so they gave it to me. It is just an ordinary name. My middle name is different. It was chosen because it is the name of my uncle. He was an athlete and my mom liked his name so it became my middle name. My last name comes from my parents home country. It means yellow in their countries language. I mom had a different last name but she took my dad’s and now it’s mine. I like my name and i’m not planning to change it anytime soon. When people are born they are an empty canvas. The paint is the name their parents choose. I reflects things like who you are and where you came from. Some names are more popular than others. Mine name isn’t the most popular name but I know a few people who …show more content…
It keeps me warm from the dark wind blowing against its strong sturdy walls. My house isn’t small. My house isn’t big. My house is lost in a sea of similar looking houses. But I can find my mine. I can tell the difference between them. I can navigate the seas of my neighborhood. Everyday I wake up and walk around my house. I know every room in my house, all the walls. I know the top of the attic to the bottom of the basement. I live there with my family. Four people total with one house. There is plenty of room for use. There’s a kitchen for use to cook in. There’s a dining room for us to eat in. There’s a T.V. room for use to watch T.V. in. I have a bedroom where I sleep. There is another one for my parents and one more for my brother. We have bathrooms and closets, windows and doors. We have a yard with some grass and some trees. We have a porch with grill for my dad, a garden with vegetables for my mom. We don’t have too much but we have more than enough. I’m glad that my house is my