Mother 's Personal Narrative I 've Always Considered Myself As A Cracked Egg

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Angie Margai-Renner September 6th, 2015 Ms. Winn English 2 Angie’s Personal Narrative I’ve always considered myself as a cracked egg because once an egg is cracked it’s impossible for it to be pieced back together. I came out of my shell during the end of my 5th grade year towards my 6th grade year. First and foremost before we get that far this is how it all began. I was born in Freetown, Sierra Leone; a really small country located in West Africa.. I lived there until I was 8 during one sunny afternoon when you could hear the weary cows, stray dogs scream the sound of uneasiness and footsteps approaching into the compound carrying what at the time was bad news. Those footsteps were my mother’s and she told me that we were moving to the United States. “This is a very huge opportunity for all of us” she began to ramble. Meanwhile, I was still digesting the news she had just fed me with. “Before we move to the states we have to spend 2 weeks in Senegal in order to get the paperwork we need, we can’t just illegally move to the U.S, you know?” she continued. I pretended to be engaged in what she was saying by nodding my head. Four months past since that day. During those four months we traveled to Senegal, being my first time ever boarding a plane and it went better than I expected. Also, I inform as many friends about my going away and say as many farewells that I could. At last, it was October 27th, 2008 and it was time for me, my sisters, brother, mother, and grandmother…

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