Personal Narrative: Moving To Moreno Valley

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On a Thursday evening coming home from school just another hot day in Moreno Valley as I lazily walked up the stairs to my room I suddenly was enabled to stand, so I laid down my bed feeling the sun light coming out the window burning my left side of my body. My sister Ana and her friend were next room right next to mine listening to their abhorrent lyrics they called music. A couple of months ago before moving into this gorgeous house the prefect home I always dreamt or any other kid who grew up in family of a working class getting the chance to live in a marvelous home the kind you see in movies. When my parents told me that we were moving a couple of miles away from where I used to live I didn’t understand the reason that all of the sudden I did not wanted to move away. From all the times I dreamt to get out of there and live in a perfect family and a great home. Nothing made sense at that time, but suddenly this sadly feeling and being numbed as I laid there on my bed all sweaty from the hot sun …show more content…
My dad the person who the idea was to move away, who is infirm about himself not very strong as a person who would give up easily but loves his a family very much and as a man of the house I think he felted as he failed us as a father and husband. My mother on the other hand is the opposite she never feared anything or gave up easily she was as a soldier who was shot ten times but kept on fighting till there was no more movement of the body to keep on fighting. She is the glue to this family. My sister is perky always smiling but can be stubborn. Then there is me who did not really connect to my family I kept a strong wall between me and my family. My friends were my family and loved them more at the time. My parents and sister was simply just people I lived with unknown

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