Personal Narrative: Moving To My Family

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When I was born, my family started to struggle with bills and payments. So we had to make a hard choice and to move from California all the way to Cresco. And I haven’t seen my family since I was a baby which, I have no memory of them and I haven’t seen them since we moved. I use to always think of my family or be listening to a song that reminds me of them. Then soon or later I started to cry and ask my mom about my family. And they would say “It takes time”.
We only talk, skype, and text to only certain family members. We don’t want to call them and bother them, because you could have called us and stayed in contact, but all these years have passed and they never bothered to call us.
In the book Bethany never knew about her family and

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