Stories for teachers

As a small child I was in Syria in a big house with a flat. The house was very big. Mum hade a job and we were really happy. It was Kenya. We were in Kenya. We were a bit happy but our mum was not with us. The whole day we cried every day. We lived with a man who was our cousin and I did not know where I lived. Then I did not know what happened. We moved to Sweden. In Sweden I am with mum so that feels really good. We cannot find a house. We move every day to another place. That is how we do. Now I am in school and I work really well. I have the kind teachers. They are so good. I live in Skäggetorp and it feels a little good. I like to be here.

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