Personal Narrative: Cracker Barrel

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On December 28th , me and my family went to Chuck.E Cheese for my niece Layla birthday. She loves to go there , its like one of her favorite places t ogo other than Cracker Barrel. When we got there it was so many diffrent families there .There were so many kids running around to diffrent games. Everyone was so excited to see each other. So we go to the table and greets everyone with a smile and a hug. I see my mom trying to get everything ready for the party. I noticed her shoes was untied so I told her to tie them before she falls and break a hip. I think she was too busy trying to get everything together she was'nt really thinking about doing it. Now everybody is having fun enjoying each others company. I

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