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Personal Narrative: Where Are You From

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"Where are you From?" This question has plagued me ever since I was five years old and I came to America. I was born in a country in the Middle East known as Lebanon. I have no fear in admitting it now, but I had a hard time admitting that growing up. I did not want to be different than the others. All the students at my school were born in America and they were not like me. They did not have an accent, and they did not look like me. I was afraid growing up that no one will accept me and that I will get made fun of because of my background. I would not invite my friends over to my house because I feared that they would make fun of me if they heard my parents speaking Arabic. When I would be out in public with my parents, I would try to force

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