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Personal Narrative: Life Doesn T Trust Me

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Life is pretty tough. Trust me, I’ve had many bumps along the road, and when I mean many, I mean many. When growing up in a country not native to you, life can be pretty hard. For me, my parents thought it was a good idea to try to give me everything I wanted so I could feel happy and at home, which it honestly worked, but later on, it wasn't much of a good idea. My life started in a small town in Mexico, which was called Puebla. I remember running around, under the warm sun and feeling the soft ground under my bare feet. I could see the beautiful, colorful sky and the mountains near my home as I would breathe in the fresh air which was filled with delicious food smells from all the homes, it was amazing. I would see everyone’s kind familiar faces daily, hearing my name being called from all over, “Hola Michelle!” “Como estas Michelle?” It was such a calm pueblo, and it was indeed a …show more content…

I get upset and tell the other people at my school that we should protest, that we should fight for the right to graduate and not be in danger. I remember all of us grabbing our handmade posters as I grabbed the “Defend Dignity” poster with the woman on it, “we deserve to be respected as humans, we deserve to graduate” we kept chanting, and did not stop until the police threatened to arrest and deport us as I revolted and stood up to one of them, “I will not stop until we know for sure that DACA will stay” I said bravely, as panic galloped toward me. It felt so chilling to have actually stood to an official like that, but I was mad and distressed over the whole situation. He had no sympathy for me when he grabbed me and put me in handcuffs as he made me go inside his black and gold police car, I could hear him threat the other protesters who were with me and I could see the brave but scared looks in their faces as they glared upon him as he drove away with me in the

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