Yana is my mother.
Tony is my father. My name is Sasha.
We live in a red house.
We have a blue car. We sit in the yard at night.
We look at the stars. Father says the stars make him happy.
Mother says the stars make her want to sing.
I like to think about how many stars are in the sky. We hear a baby cry next door. My mother sings.
The baby stops crying. We think he heard my mother’s pretty song.
We all smile.