Personal Narrative: My Life In Ecuador

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What do you do when you wake up and your whole world has changed? You panic of course but it’s no longer acceptable to do so in public so you put on a smile and wave to your dad, you barely recognise him since the last time you saw him six months ago. My dad lives in a different country, or lived in a different country, I guess. Now I along with my mom live with him. You see I lived in this country called Ecuador it’s-------------. Ecuador’s main language is spanish, while of course in any country there are different dialects of the same language everyone is capable of understanding each other. The problem now is that my dad lives in U.S.A the big and greatest country ever. It was in the eyes of everyone I knew in Ecuador. I knew very little …show more content…
They were big and hanging over be like a predator waiting for it’s pray to be distracted. These signs told me something other than where to go, they told me that i was in a different place from what I used to call home. We got to the house my dad was living in. The weeks went by and I was just getting accustomed to my new surroundings when my dad said “Tienes que ir a la escuela” You have to go to school. I was born on early october, I was only ten years old and in 5th grade. It was not only that I would in classes with older people but I also had no idea what any of them said. English has always been a global language like spanish. It was hard for me to a costume to the school environment, the hours were longer and i had to take two to three hours of English everyday, where vocabulary was thrown at me and I had to memorize it. I guess thats why Im fairly good at vocabulary now, but it seemed so dumb at the time. My english was slightly better but it was not good enough to understand full classes of new material. It wasn't until I found books that I

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