When I'm in California I miss Israel because I miss all that I do while in Israel, like all the sprinklers. What my brother and I like doing in Israel is taking off our clothes and running around in the sprinklers wearing only underwear. Our grandma always spoils us with fun.
Like for instance, our grandma lets us paint these little houses that are made of wood and are about one meter tall and 1 meter wide.
Also, we get either an ice cream cone from the ice cream truck or two popsicles a day. I usually get lemon or lime, but my brother Amir usually gets a popcicle with strawberries because he can't eat ice cream.
I worry so much about my hamster, Edy. It's natural after what happened to my last hamster, Bambaloogy. She died last time I left her, while I was in Yellowstone Park.
Along with worrying about my hamster, I miss my bed and my stuffed animals. Which are a panda, a raccoon, a show because she's part sheep, part cow, and a dog.
But, also when I wake up in Israel, I play with my brother for a couple of hours time and then my grandpa wakes up and makes coffee and then pretends to be a pirate.
Like once he left the coffee on when he went poop and flooded the counter with coffee. And whenever we get too crazy he pretends to be a pirate. He turns my brother and I upside down.
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