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I thought they were happy to see me but when I open the door to the shack I saw that everything we owned was neatly packed in cardboard boxes.I went in to the house with a sad face momma asked “ What's wrong.” I said “Why do we have to move again. “Because we need more work because we are braceros.” I walk away from the kitchen. Later i told momma about school and Mr.Lema wanting to teach me how to play the trumpet and that i didn’t want to move. Momma said“ We will make arrangements.”

The next day i woke up and momma said get ready for school, momma told me how she thought about it and i can still go to the same school will they work in the crops. I was so excited so i put on my clothes and went to school. I walk

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