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Narrative Essay: The Street That I Grow Up

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Zin Myo Han
English105
Enjoly Flynn
05/19/2014
Essay #2
The street that I grew up It was in summer 2010 when I went back to my country since I left. The time flies so fast. It had already been ten years. The street and all the environments were absolutely changed and I couldn't really recognize it at all. Even though I was born and raised there, all the big changes made me feel totally different.
Our house was located at the corner of the street. When we were young, our country didn't get that advance yet. The street was partially concreted. In the middle of our street, there was a very beautiful park and I remembered that there were small chairs. The park was not that big but it was filled up with plants and flowers. It also had a …show more content…

They had five kids and the man was an alcoholism. Maria, wife of that man, she was the only one who had to take care of the family. Her husband didn't work and he liked to drink alcohol all the time. When he got drunk, he used to beat his kids and his wife. Every other day, we used to hear some yelling and Maria crying. We all felt sympathy and wanted to help her but actually we couldn't do anything. We all were mundane instead. One time, that event made me feel so shocked that even today I can’t escape that image. At that day, I was playing with my friends in front of our house and Michelle was with us too. Suddenly, we heard Maria screaming. We heard some strange voice and after that we saw Maria ran out from her house and she was carrying her baby who was only five years old. I thought he was trying to hurt his baby because his mind was out of control due to alcohol already. That was the reason that Maria carried her baby and ran out. As long as Michelle saw that event, she called 911 right away and the police came within five minutes and caught her husband. The police station was located just around the corner. I actually didn't know what we should do if Michelle was not with

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