Personal Narrative: An Immigrant

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It was just a normal day. I was living at home with only me, John, and my mom. My dad had died trying to protect the village from a wild animal from the forest. My mom wanted me to go to the market and get some food. So I did. As I made it to the market I could see all of the things being traded. I went to were the food was being traded and traded some stuff for some food. As returned home I noticed a couple of strange voices I didn’t notice. I walked into the house. It got dead silent. Then all last I heard were gunshots until everything went black. I woke up with the biggest headache I’ve ever had before. I realized I had never been to the place where I was. I also noticed that there were a lot of people here with me. We all looked slightly …show more content…

One million things rushed through my head every time I thought about it. What if she’s still alive or what if those gunshots were aimed at her. Either way I knew there was a very slim chance of getting back home. I was horrified at what might happen next on this boat. The boat stopped for some reason. We almost all hoped it was land. About a minute or two later a sailor told us that we had made it and that we could leave this horrible room. If I could take a guess on how many people died on the way here I’d say around twenty to thirty. We all made are way out of the boat to see a big feast of food. We all thought it was a bit fishy but we still ate. A sailor came around with a branding iron. We wonder what he was doing with it untill he used it on a slave. He was screaming in pain. One slave tried to run of but they caught him then used it on him too. Everyone was in pain after the day then we all set up camp. We were all being sold of to different places. I was sold for $150 to a farm. I worked on the farm for a couple of days working and working. I had a surprisingly nice owner. he didn’t treat me horribly, however I was very sad to know I was never going to see my mother again. Then I came up with a plan. A plan to

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