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Personal Narrative: My First Coming To America

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When I first came to American, I lived in a homestay. Parents in a host family are very nice to me. Every day they will give me a rich breakfast with ice drink, but we usually drink a cup of hot water in the morning in China. Chinese people think that drinking a cup of hot water in the morning can prevent stomachache. Therefore, I asked my home parents to give me a cup of hot water, and they were shocked by my request. Then, They poured a glass of ice water from the refrigerator, and put the ice water into the microwave and heating for two minutes. I was surprised to see them doing these several things, and I asked them “why not use a kettle?”,and they answer me they never drink hot water. They are used to drinking ice drinks, even if they

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