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Personal Narrative: My Life In Venezuela

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I was born in Venezuela, my homeland. For many years my life was full of happiness. Been a girl that assisted school, sharing moments with friends and family. My life was a fairytale. As time passed by the political situation in Venezuela change. Arriving a government with no democratic ideas, disobeying laws, which brought up corruption, insecurity and the devaluation of currency. Actually the situation is that Venezuelan people hardly can afford to get the basic needs.
Having the opportunity of moving to another country with a democratic government. We came to the United States. My actual life is completely different, with freedom and full opportunities. Where I could have a superior education, an exceptional future and a improved quality

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