The Big Books

I like to read about World War II. They get me these big books, and I read in the kitchen. Our porch is cold in winter and hot in summer. My son says the kitchen is my porch. The kitchen has a fireplace and my chair and a lot of windows. I see the whole back yard and driveway.

I can’t hear because a bomb hit my house a long time ago, but I see everyone come in because the door is also in the kitchen. Sometimes we eat together and sometimes they bring me coffee. They talk and I read and smell what is cooking. My view is good.