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Personal Narrative: Moving From Ethiopia To United State

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A four year ago, I moved from Ethiopia to United State. When I was little I always wanted to go school in the U.S., so, we moved the summer before my freshman year in high school. I was enjoying summer, I visited my sibling in Washington and spend half of my summer in their house, I loved it. School started in August that year and I was excited. After a week of school, I realized what people saw when I talked. Everyone though I didn’t know anything. People made fun of some word I did not pronounce correctly, I was scared to open my mouth or even asked a question in class, because I though the teachers would ask me to repeat it again. I cried almost every night.
One day I finished my history essay and the teacher told me to wait after class,
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