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Personal Narrative: My Life As A Social Worker

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First in 2013 I have live with my sister and brother and mom and dad until my mom was in trouble and my dad was in jail and my grandmother said she will take my brother and sister in with her.
Then I went to stay with my mom and dad but I couldn 't because my mom and dad were sick is I had to live my with grandmother. Then I live with my grandmother and she could really take care of us but she try really hard but then she got sick so we had to leave because the social workers came and takes us.

Away From my grandmother so then the social worker started look for my brother and sister houses so the first home i live with my brother and sister and i did. really like that because we could only stop eating that 5:00pm but at was only for short term houses i was with two of my sibling out of the five siblings and then. …show more content…

Then we finally got there so the social worker was talking to the foster parents and then the social worker left. Then my brother and sister show me to my room and then my brother and sisters said that you can start working unpacking i said ok i just couldn 't want to unpack so then i started unpicking so i was done then i want down the stairs then robin and bob then we eat dinner and just talking getting to know each untether it was a good conversation. Then we set down and watch T.V then, it was bed time 9:30pm so me and my sister and brother went to bed. Then the next day we my brother and sisters went to meet the whole family the foster mom she have 3 kids and plus her grandkids then were really nice to me so then, we went to dinner and that was really fun to do with this family. Then its was the next month of the year the social worker come again i was really happy to tell her what i have being going i said to her i have meet her kids her kids were really nice to me the she left. Then i started a new

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