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Personal Narrative: My Trip To Somalia
Nine years ago, my mom arranged a trip for us to leave to Somalia thus she felt it was time for us to learn about our culture. It was intense for me because I was unfamiliar with the environment. My stay in Africa was overwhelming because I wasn’t use to my surroundings. The first year there I felt lost even though my family was with me because I had trouble communicating with people there. After a few days of settling in, I was told that it was time to go to school the next morning, as the words fell out of her mouth a wave of nervousness and thoughts went through my mind and body. Once I entered the classroom, I quickly realized that the instructors were teaching in a completely different language. At the age of five, I spent the entire
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