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Personal Narrative: My Experience Of Moving To America

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Life gets tough at times and it did for me as well. I remember I was 10 when we decided to move to America. We moved in with my Uncle and we were extremely grateful to him for giving us space in his house to stay. My parents stayed in one room while me and my siblings stayed in another room. Since my uncle lived alone, he didn 't have enough mattresses for all of us so my siblings and I would use comforters to sleep on. Despite everything, I still like Michigan as it is beautiful and peaceful. Moreover, the weather was great, I experienced the feeling of snow for the first time. I remember I would try to pick up one flake to get a closer look at it and it would melt every time, but I never learned. Even though I was trying to enjoy these experiences,

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