Personal Narrative-Home

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Prologue

I hate being adopted. Not being adopted in general, but mostly because the parents I ended up with at the age of 8, are awful. You see, I’m Japanese and have chinese-american “parents”, and, in case you haven’t heard before, chinese families are strict. Both my parents are constantly on my ass about every little thing. I don’t mean “clean your room,” I mean “Scrub the shower,” “clean our room,” “organize the bookshelf in alphabetical and numerical order,” “shine all the shoes,” “organize the food.” All of that and more, without error. If I make even one mistake, the consequences are awful.
Around the first week, when I first began to live with them, I had to organize the cans of food in the kitchen. I dropped one, and it popped open. I bent down and peered inside it, only to find that, instead of food, there was money. My “mother”, Lelia, and her husband, Quan, had been hiding money inside some of the cans they left for me to organize. Lelia, came in to see me looking inside the can. She immediately, grabbed my arm, dug her nails into my skin, and pulled me close. …show more content…
“Quan!”
I could hear his footsteps rushing toward the kitchen. They were loud, and banging, against the hard floor. Then, I saw his thin body, sweep into the room. Quan was muscular and he looked fairly young. His eyes were dark and kind of creepy, and his hair was slicked back. I saw lelia pull me over to him, and then whisper something in his ear. The fact that I didn’t know what was about to take place was

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Eight a.m. on a Saturday morning. Most kids my age are currently asleep, enjoying one of the only days they get to sleep in but it’s not the same for me. From a young age, I fully understood the responsibilities that came with being the oldest child in a struggling immigrant family. I do not think of my time spent in the office as a job but rather a way of giving back. My dad overworked himself to the point of exhaustion and back again day after day to provide for us. He had worked very hard to…

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I open my eyes remembering nothing from before. I look around searching for something familiar, something to help regain my memory. "Hey, you. You're finally awake." A Nord with blond hair and blue eyes says to me, "You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." He finishes, looking at the person next to him. Following his gaze, I see a Nord with brown hair and wearing rags. "Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until…

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Returning to the room, Deborah pleaded, “Please, let us help you?” Pushing them into the hallway again, Virginia, slammed the door and locked it. All they could hear was her humming. “Come on. We need to call the police to take care of Virginia. She’s a sick woman,” Andrew explained, going into the hallway with one arm around Deborah and his hand over his mouth and nose. “Come on Margaret, let’s get out of here. My God, I’ve never smelled anything this bad in my life,” he said, gagging, sure he…

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One day I woke up, and I was not feeling well. I was sweaty and cold at the same time and my throat felt like a had swallowed a catus! I got up out of my bed after Nana told me to get up 10 times. I pulled myself to the living room with all of the strength that I had. Nana gave me some medicine for my fever and for my throat. She told me to lay down on the couch, and watch TV. I watched TV for two hours while I dozed on and off again. I would forget that I was sick until I swallowed, and then I…

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I was on my way home from work listening to the cubs game on the radio. I had to make a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up some food for dinner. Then stopped at the gas station to fill up on gas. When I got home it was about 6:30 P.M. I grabbed a cold drink from the fridge, and went to go relax out on the porch waiting for my brother John to get home from the hardware store. Twenty minutes passed and he was still not home. It then became an hour and he still was not home. I began to get…

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“You see, Sam, my thoughts are that if we do not find our way , and this delinquent winds up causing chaos inside of our land of security, we are going to find ourselves surrounded by countless numbers of those things.” I flinched as I remembered my dream and shivered considering that I remembered that it had been forever since we had discovered those things. We had narrowly escaped our deaths and in the end of it all, we still wound up living our lives in this metal prison, preventing us from seeing…

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Ciara spent the rest of the day trying to figure a way to be free from Deaglan. It then dawned on her; she would have to do more than just show appreciation and pretend to have interest in him. She figured that she would have to do favors for him and bring him presents. Then, once he trusted her and let his guard down, she could make her escape. She was not a very creative person, but she knew how to follow directions and recipes. She figured that she could bake him something as a gift. Ciara…

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