Personal Narrative: No Longer Separated

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No Longer Separated Do you ever have that feeling, like you’re stuck in a mirror looking for someone to free you? Well, I felt like I was in that mirror searching for a friend from long ago to free me from the nightmares of lost friendships and to be found. I had felt like all hope was gone, until that one day. “Dad, do you think we will see one of my friends from preschool or kindergarten again?” I asked my father as we raced to the Thunderhawk. My dad’s answer disappointed me: “It is highly unlikely to be perfectly honest sweetie.” I had prayed ever since 3rd grade to be able to see them again. I would wait for many a year to see them. That was how much our friendship meant to me. I was waiting for some sort of sign from God to let me

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