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Personal Narrative: Moving To Chile

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When I was 10 years old I moved to Chile that is very far away from the United States. It was hard to maintain contact with my friends from California. I would talk on the phone with them everyday but as the days passed by our phone calls shortened and started to be once a week,then once a month to never again. I tried to rebuild our friendship but it just wasn 't the same. As much as I tried to make it work the distance was just too much for both me and my friends. Moving can change and ruin relationships. It can be hard to let go of your friendships & relationships and meet new people.In the story “What of this goldfish would you wish?” the character Sergei moved to Jaffa so no one would knock on his door so when Yoni knocked on

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