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Personal Narrative: Homelessness In America
Imagine yourself losing your family on a street filled with strangers and homeless people all around you. What would you do and how would you feel?
On 12/33/2017 my family, cousins and I went to Hollywood because my older cousins really wanted to see the stars that had names of famous people. On our way to Hollywood, it took us at least one hour and a half to get there because of traffic and the house we rented was an hour away. I asked my mother when we would arrive, because half an hour took forever for me, but slept the whole time because I did not sleep until 3:00 am the night before. ¨WAKE UP YARA¨ one of my little cousins said with excitement. I quickly jumped off the chair not knowing who that was, neither where we were ¨where are
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Then a tall homeless man with a dirty gray cap, big scary eyes, and dirty torn clothes, then stared at my cousins and I. He suddenly turned behind our backs and started to follow us without our knowledge for a moment until we couldn’t see anything but the sun and the sound of cars around us, it was like he was invisible, suddenly he jumped behind us and sprayed us with some type of mist that made us all fall to the ground. A few minutes later, when we opened our eyes, we found ourselves near a big garbage can with no one around us we were clueless. There we saw a small sticky note that was stuck to the side of the garbage …show more content…
We were so happy, I started explaining to her where we were, how the place looked like and that there was a big garbage can, as I explain tears dripped from my eyes. We hugged each other, cried, and stayed put right next to the garbage can. We finally saw my mother’s silver BMW car. We slowly walked towards the car, making sure that it was my mother or one of our parents are in there. I then saw my mother did something with her hand, I know what that meant to hurry up, I told my little cousins to hurry up and get in the car, we ran as fast as we could towards the car and got in. Since then my little cousins and I learned a very big and important lesson that we will never forget, it to your pacings with your family, close and to tell them that you need a break if you are losing your

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