Personal Narrative: Moving Back To America

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A time I was sad “No, I don’t want to go!” I cried. I just got the news that my big brother and I were going back to California. When I was around 4 years old, my family and I moved to California from the Philippines. But after four years living in America, my mother sent my big brother and I back to the Philippines. We lived in the Philippines for at least 3 years since we left California. I did not want to leave the place I called home. I made so many friends in over three years and loved what I learned at school there. I was afraid to leave my whole family. Most of my family members lived in the Philippines. This isn’t fair. I don’t want to leave my life here behind. If I go back to America, I get to see mama and my Kuya again after

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