Personal Narrative: My Moving To America

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Moving to America everything was different, the culture, they way people dressed, the language, the food, the way people lived, the way of people interacted, and way more. Growing up in the USA gave me an opportunity to make my parents’ rules and beliefs flexible, until one day. That one day altered my whole life. It helped me learn more about my parents. One of the things I learned about them was that my parents don’t know my true self. They didn’t know what I am capable of. They thought their way of punishment would help me in a long run, but honestly they didn’t know their way was the worst possible way to change the way I live.
I walked my way weeping around the neighborhood. The sun had a gloomy face on it. The world wasn’t in peace.