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Personal Narrative: My Life In Guatemala
One day that I was in Guatemala I was at my grandmother's house my mom and my grand mother were out shopping. I was alone with my sister, Along with the guard that my grandmother left us.I was sick with a terrible illness I was sick with nausea and a head ache I was unbelievably tired and my sister was right next to me. when I was on the verge of sleeping I heard a gunshot...
I got off quickly. “ that was a mistake…”
I said with many regrets.
Trembling I went back into my room. After a few minutes passed by completely forgot still - my illness and sleepiness got the better of me.I slept for two hours until... My mom comes into the room and ask if I'm OK
“Si mama estoy bien.” ( yes mom I'm fine) I said. you
Thought shot through my head.
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