The Imperfect Family

My family is what you can call imperfect. Today, I woke up feeling bad. I looked up and realized that my light in my room was flickering. I sighed. When I went downstairs, my mom was cooking black eggs. I then knew I should skip breakfast. Later that day, my Great Grandpa Denver came over. He is one of my family members that lives on the fringe. I then washed my clothes and they shrunk. My dad then came home and said “I got fired.” Apparently, he had accidentally broken 12 computers. As you can see, my family is very imperfect.

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