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Personal Narrative-Canadian Customs

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My head leaned against the window as I sleep, abrupt, my whole body gets tossed forward causing my face to hit the seat in front of me then my body jerked back to my seat. I rubbed my head. The lady sitting across from me asked if I’m ok. I smiled back and assured to her that I am fine then looked out the window and came to the realization that we’ve reached the border. The bus driver, Patrick, makes the announcement. “Welcome to Canada Customs. Please have the necessary identification and passport ready and take all your belongings with you. If you have a carry on or a luggage under the bus, I’ll be putting them alongside the bus, so be sure to grab them before going through customs. Afterwards, you can wait outside the bus meanwhile your fellow passengers get cleared for customs. Thank you.” Patrick said. The passengers begins to get they’re small carry on such as backpacks, and laptop bags from the overhead bin on the bus, but those who have additional bags such as duffle bags and luggage searched alongside the bus for their bags that the bus driver …show more content…

I take a deep breath to remain calm and look for my younger sister and her father. I see a teenage girl next to a vending machine with a black hat wave her hand and smile at me while next to her is a man 6’5 who welcomes me with a smile. I walk closer to them and they do the same to come help me with my luggage and bag. I feel light after they take my bags, and slightly lightheaded because I’m hungry. I hug them and we walk out together through the proper exit and see multiple taxi cars parked on the side of the street. My stepdad signal one to come and then the taxi driver pops open the trunk. My stepdad, Yvonne, puts my bags into the trunk, takes shotgun as me and my sister, Nane, shared the backseat. Once he gives the driver the address, he starts his meter, and begins

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