Personal Narrative: A Sense Of Belonging

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As human beings, we always hold a place where we feel a sense of belonging and security; I am fortunate to have finally found mine. Since I was a child, my parents taught me that my home was where my biological family resided. However, in ninth grade I perceived something different: I now consider it the place where I feel unconditionally myself. Casa Cristo is that place for me; in this retreat center my soul expresses itself freely. One day, as I was standing in my favorite area of Casa Cristo, fresh breeze caressed my face while provoking a complete connection with my ego. In this instant, I realized that this was my true home.
I closed my eyes and remembered the toughest moment of my life: when I got the news that a friend of mine had committed

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