Personal Narrative: Coming To America

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“Do you remember coming to America grandma?”
I replied, “Just like yesterday, Clarice”.

It seems just like yesterday.. It was one frigid morning in Rome, Italy. November 19, 1893 to be exact. Your great aunt Natala and I decided that we would walk a few blocks down the street, to a little coffee shop at the corner of the street that or house was on and have coffee and a pastry because it was my eleventh birthday. That day, my sister thought she would treat me for breakfast that morning. The coffee shop in the corner was on a street named Via dei Fori Imperiali. The name of the coffee shop was a very awkward, and long name that I don't really remember. You have to remember I was eleven fixing to be twelve that night, so that was some odd
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I thought them people were crazy too just like those people that had been driving that ferry. We walked into the red brick building and among all the people I saw these big winding stairs and I saw officers in black suits with big, skinny boots that climbed to their knees and laced up. There were at least nine hundred people waiting ahead of me as well, waiting to go through. The officers were looking at s and inspecting us to see if we were sick or if there was anything wrong with us that would keep us from going on. I was right behind an older woman that was getting checked to see if she was going to be passed through or not. I saw the officers check her eyelids with this hook thing and I was absolutely terrified. I was the next in line and I was shaking. I struggled through the painful and grueling inspection and I was thankful that I passed, and my sister passed also so we were one step closer to America. Since we were one of the slim few that actually passed through all of the physicals and all of that stuff, we continued through a maze of metal rails towards the far end of the “Great Hall” as I had heard someone say in a line. They said that we were going to a legal inspection which I had no idea what that was but I went on. When we got to the place were the legal inspections were, they said we could go through because my sister and had just been children back, so we went on through. Each person had a card that the officers had for them. My sisters card and my card had all of our personal information on it and if anything we said didnt match what they had then, we would not be free. Luckily we both passed.

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