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Personal Narrative: My Decision To Stay In Brazil
It was a sticky, humid June day and I was packing my suitcase anticipating for the day to leave for the airport. My dad called me told me I had to make a decision of staying in Brazil for either 2 or 3 weeks. I know this choice may not seem important, but it actually was. If I stayed in Brazil for only 2 weeks then I would have to spend less time with my family and living in Brazil, but I’d come home to my best friend John sooner. If i stayed in Brazil for 3 weeks then i’d spend a longer amount of time away from Johnny, but more time with my family. For me, this decision was as hard as trying to choose between cookies and cream or rocky road ice cream(a very hard choice). Alas, I chose to stay in Brazil for 3 weeks to spend more time with my family in Rio and Sao Paulo. 4 days later, we boarded the plane and took off for Brazil. We has been in Brazil for about 1 ½ weeks when I strongly regretted my choice. I missed Johnny so much and was really homesick. The worst part is I never got to tell him that I was leaving because I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone for security reasons.. Now don’t get me wrong, I didn’t regret my choice because I didn’t like Brazil. it was very fun and interesting being in …show more content…
We were spending a third of our time in Brazil in Sao Paulo, and the rest at Rio, so at this time we were at my my uncle grandpa’s mansion in Rio. since I couldn’t go home, I would go to the pool or go hiking through the massive range of forest. It was especially joyful because his home is on a mountain near the christ. Sometimes if i was allowed to, i would watch the filming in the extra house because my uncle grandpa uses it to make movies and tv shows. My uncle grandpa's name is John, which wasn’t a good thing for me because it’s the same as my best friend’s name. Every time someone would call him and say John, it would make me miss my best friend even

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