Personal Narrative: My Escape From Cuba

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It was a cold Sunday morning as my mother and I headed into church. Once inside, we listened to the announcements and to our shock, there was a refugee couple that had just arrived from Cuba and needed help. We immediately went to talk to them and asked if they felt comfortable with us helping them, which they were ecstatic about. Over the next couple of weeks we helped them find an apartment, jobs, and house necessities.