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Personal Narrative-The Seperate With My Mom
The Seperate With My Mom
"Be sure to bring all the supplies. Don't lose your green card and your passport, when you arrive, go to the correct entry port." Mom reminded me, "ok, I will. Can you come back to America earlier?" l asked. Mom replied" I'll try. My airplane is going to take off, I must go now.
The twilights filtered through the huge window shone on her face, her face is flush. A smile flickered across her lips. Her warm hand softly held my hand. The shine of the setting sun is like a gauze, draped over her body, her body turned hazy in my eyes, my eyes got wet. felt the mild sight of her, her eyes is a crystal lake. She stared at me, at this moment, we both did not talk and have the brightly smile on our face. This moment seems
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