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Personal Narrative: Growing Up In An Immigrant Home
Growing up in an immigrant household came with many difficulties. Learning English was very easy for me because I was always in daycare but coming home was hard because I could not communicate with my parents. Trying to communicate with my parents was very difficult and frustrating. Even though it was at a young age, it was difficult to live in a household who only spoke Spanish.
One day when I came home from daycare, my family realized for the first time that I could not speak or comprehend Spanish. My mother tried to communicate with me and I stared at her blankly and smiled. All I did was stare at her and smile. Confused and frustrated my mother could not understand what was going on. Minutes later, my sibling came into the room and started

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