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Personal Narrative: My Trip To Minnesota
On Wednesday I came home from school and my parents told us that we are leaving to Minnesota tomorrow. The next day we woke up at 5 in the morning, got in the car and left. In the car I asked my parents why we are going to Minnesota, they said we are going to a funeral. Friday we were still in the car, but only for a little while, headed to Minnesota and our mom told us what happened we cried a little bit but not a lot. When we got there on Saturday we went to my aunt Molly’s house to let her know we are here and we will see her tomorrow. After we were done over there we went to the hotel to get some sleep. Today is Easter but the worst Easter ever, because we have to sit in the church and cry and say goodbye to our favorite uncle, but i didn't really know him so i didn't really cry. …show more content…
Monday was our last day in Minnesota so we said goodbye and see you later to all of our family. On the way home on Tuesday I cried a little but mostly slept all the way home. When we got home on Wednesday i didn't feel too well so I went to my room the rest of the day because I got the stomach flu. On Thursday I decided to put what happened behind me and move forward and went to my auntie Sam’s house and stayed over there the rest of the week. I baby sat on Friday night for my auntie and got $15. Saturday i slept in until about 3 pm and when i woke up me and my auntie watched movies with her husband. And lastly on Sunday I mostly got ready to go to school like did laundry, packed my backpack and went to bed at 8:30
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