El Paso is hot and dry like a
desert.
But in this desert, is my grandpa’s
store
filled with decorative pinatas and delicious food.
And right next to this desert is the farm
where my dad grew up.
In El Paso, there are boxes left in the parking lots,
and buildings that touch the sky.
There are house that are as colorful as the
rainbow.
El Paso is my family’s home,
and my second home.
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