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Personal Narrative: My Mom And My Father
My mom and dad had just gotten divorced and my dad was moving to Mexico and we were moving to Texas. I was very upset I thought everything was over. My sister was calm as always but I was like a little kid winning and crying. On the way to Texas all I could think is that he was going somewhere else and my mom was going with someone else too. When we got to Texas we moved in with Jaime (my step dad).When I first met him I hated him I blamed him for everything, I just couldn't stop thinking how could my mom leavemy dad for
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