Personal Narrative: Refugee

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Refugee

Isn’t funny how strange life works? A refugee with no love, hope, structure, or discipline can become my brother and reverse the label he’s given. The label the world gave him, one that was meant to crucify him, changes and brings perspective to a little girl. What happens when a child realizes just how awful the world is?

Well, it started as usual, for me. I was about seven years old and thought that the world owed me, like a princess. Ironic to my thoughts, I wore black shorts and a red shirt like the tom boy I was. "Kandra, where you at," I heard from the porch of our white two-story house. In my mind I thought, "Oh crap, What'd I do now," only to find out that I had a decision that could affect the lives of everyone around me.

As I walked into the house with dirt all over me, I heard them say, " how are we going to ask about him?" Him? Could they mean getting some pet? As I went through and washed my hands, I hear a familiar, but unwelcoming voice. I couldn't make out what she said except for the line of bringing toys and a crib to my home. Why would we need a crib? Did he really need it? Finally, in my young child mind, I pieced the clues together. He was staying longer than I thought. …show more content…

She told us that we might take in the tiny refugee. Take in another child! How could they? How could they take more kids when there were too many? But how could they let a child freeze and starve with no chance of surviving a world like this? It raced through my mind with a debate of rational thoughts that I never could before. It seemed like a battle that would go on forever in my mind, but in reality, only lasted minutes. I had just made a decision when I heard me mom said, "Katy, what about you?" In my mind I am thinking take him in, but said, "No, we couldn't afford