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Personal Narrative: Genocide In Cambodia

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Everyday, I wake up, brush my teeth and eat breakfast. I make my way through school and complain about homework. On the weekends, I go to work and hang out with friends. I am safe and healthy and have a world of opportunity at the tips of my fingers. All this grandiose would not be possible without the selfless and continual sacrifice of my parents. Fleeing from a war-torn Cambodia and spending their days haunted by the ghosts they left behind, my parents continue to work hard and support me in my pursuit for an education. The genocide in Cambodia laced its beautiful rainforests with landmines, its clean air with fire and my family with missing pieces. Yet, it was still called home. It was a home they left, even though their chances of survival were almost nothing. In making that decision, they thought not only about themselves, but about the future generation. They wanted their children not to grow up in a country plagued with war, disease and fear. My parents wanted to give their children their best chance. …show more content…

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