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Personal Narrative: Moving To The American Family

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Our family’s ability to adjust was going to be put to test. We faced the biggest challenge in our lives when we moved to the USA. It was very hard to leave our childhood life in Mexico, those years were priceless. We still carried in our minds those special memories of child naughtiness. We did not have toys to play with; instead we had animals to feed and to take care, those chickens, ducks, caws, sheep were very demanding. Our afternoons were spent doing house shores and school homework. Believe it or not, my sister and I were very clever at school. On the other hand, my brother was the kind of student that would barely pass classes. Don’t take me wrong, he was a good son and a good brother; but did not have the ability to achieve academically

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