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Personal Narrative: Here We Are In The Hospital
Here we are in the hospital. I’m so excited. Today is the day that I’m getting a little sister. Everyone is excited. Presents cover every surface of the hospital room. There’s everything from buzzy bees - to the new Barbie Rapunzel
Nearly 15 years ago.

You and Mum came home 2 days later. You were wrapped up in a pink knitted blanket that Grandma had made just for you. Dad was cooking my favorite. Chicken nuggets. My new crayon drawing was already proudly hung on the fridge. The fire blazing. Vaillia aroma filled the room.

When we got home everyone was looking at you. Talking about you. Worrying about you. Making sure you were fed. No one was worrying about me. I threw a tantrum, but Mum and Dad's attention was still on you. That’s when
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