Personal Narrative

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I stood on the firm sidewalk with a pink suitcase in my hands. Puzzled, I stared at the beautiful, white, house in front of me. Large windows and a big front porch stared at me. I was completely afraid of what was about to happen to my seemingly perfect life. I remember standing there, feeling as if my body was frozen. I couldn’t seem to pick my feet up and join my mom and dad at the front porch. I saw my mom wave at me to come inside. As I start to walk, I remember seeing my two brothers come out of the car, as well as, two other familiar faces. Everything at this point didn’t make much sense to me, but I just did as I was told and walked. I meet my brothers and two cousins at the door. My mom is smiling from ear-to-ear. All I could think

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