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Personal Narrative: Home
Stomping outside, I barged out to the barn to do my chores. It looked like an alright day but it was pretty windy, not a surprise… but we could use some rain once in a while over here. I started thinking to myself, I wish dad came home more, I wouldn’t have to do all his work! Since he is never home, my big sister and I are forced to do work that is meant for boys. Mom always says Anthony is too young to do them… So I do them while my big sister helps mom with the house. When I am determinately finished with the chores I start dashing back inside. The second I got into the house I could already hear my mom telling me to do something, but instead I pretend like I don’t hear and lay on the couch, and close my eyes.
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