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Personal Narrative: My Migration To The Soviet Union

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My mom immigrated to NYC from the Soviet Union with my older sister.She had decided to explore the city with my sister and one of the first places they visited together was Washington Square Park. While they were there they walked past NYU and my mom said “I moved her so that you will have the opportunity to go to this school.”
When I was 7 years old my mom took me on the same adventure that my sister had gone on. She told me the same thing and it stuck with me for the rest of my life. I realized that my mom had sacrificed her life in the Soviet Union so that I would have the opportunity to go to an amazing college like NYU. My mom saw NYU as an opportunity for a better life. When I was 7 years old, I saw NYU as a dream and a place that would

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