Personal Narrative: Eagle Lake

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“Where are you from?” The question for me, has always been conflicting. You would ask my mom and dad the question and they would not hesitate for a second before letting “Beledweyne,” or “Somalia.” fall from their mouths. All my other siblings who were born in America would probably answer the question with “Mankato,” or “Eagle Lake,” maybe even “Minnesota.” and not put any thought into it. I however have put plenty of thought into in. Maybe too much thought. I was born in the southern city of Beledweyne, Somalia. My mom and dad constantly recall childhood memories about their hometown. Apart of me wants to understand desperately and relate to their memories, about things like the vastness of the Shebelle River or the large number of camels

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