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.