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Personal Narrative-Making Mistakes
We are all humans; therefore, we all make mistakes, but one thing that comes out of our mistakes is a lesson well learned. As I look back to all the things I've done, I regret the time I felt ashamed of myself. Easter of 2004 my godmother decided to invite us to her house for an egg hunt. I was told by my mom that the eggs had candy and nothing else. As we were heading out, I decided to bring my little purse, and we got inside the car full of joy. We were on our way to my Godmother's house for the egg hunt.
I remember arriving at my Godmother's house and my little sister, and I we're so anxious to get out of the car. We entered the house and my God-sister, Johanna, welcomed us and told me to wait in the room with the other kids while she finished hiding the eggs. A few minutes later she came back and told us, "There's an egg that's really special, with a lot of coins." Since I was so young I didn't know what coins were, and my mom didn’t tell me anything about coins because I would’ve asked her before. As I was walking around I couldn't find any Easter eggs, so I decided to check in the closet. When I was looking around I found three eggs as I open them I found candy and I also found out how coins looked like. I decided to look around again and I saw a bucket that was a bit round and it COINS so I
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I got out of the car and apologized. She said it was fine every single kid does something like this. My mom gave her my purse so she can get the coins. When she was done getting all of the coins out of my purse she gave it back to me and told me, “Jessenia there’s no reason for you to be crying.” And she wiped the tears off my face. My mom said, “I’m really sorry Janet, Well we have to go because I have to go pick up Jacky and Ashley. We walked to the car and drove to my uncle’s house to pick up my sisters and drove back home. Once I stepped foot in the house my mom sat me down for a

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