Unknown Story
Storyboard Text
- Home again to hall street. My grandmother's kitchen is the same big and yellow and smelling of the pound cake She's made to welcome us back. And now in the late afternoon, she is standing at the sink, tearing collards beneath cool running water, While the cows caw outside, and the sun sinks slow into red and gold When Hope lets the screen door slam,She fusses,Boy, don't you slam that door again! and my brother says, I'm sorry. Just like always. Soon, there'll be lemonade on the porch, the swing whining the same early evening song it always sings my brother and sister with the checker set between them me next to my grandfather, falling asleep against his thin shoulder.
- Cake is in the kitchen if ya'll want some!
- I chose this sense because my grandma is like Jackie's grandma. My grandma is constantly baking something like cake or brownies. Every time i come to her house she always makes all of us feel welcome and the house always smells amazing with all these sweet treats. Like when i'm doing homework at her house she is in the kitchen fixing us a good snack before we leave and have to go home. And the rest of my siblings are either playing outside in the yard with her dog or watching TV. Once i get done with my homework me, my sister and my grandma are able to play a game together. I like playing games with my grandma and my siblings because it creates special memories that i will remember forever.
Vytvořeno více než 30 milionů Storyboardů