Personal Narrative: Moving To A Foster Home

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When i was fourteen almost fifteen i had problems with my dad and my grandma and i had to move to a foster house, I didn’t know to which house i mind go. I was nervous because it was my first day going to a foster house. My foster mom is nice because if i need something she ge it for me. Making new friends is hard because they don’t know you and you didn’t know them. I was negative to make friends because not everybody is the same cause some people don’t like to talk to a rounded person.