Narrative About Moving

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It a was a calm Sunday night in Guanajuato Mexico, my mom had received a call from a man who later I was told was my dad. She told my brother and I that later that night a man in van would pass by and we’d get picked up. To my surprise, the reason being why we were getting picked up was because were were actually moving. At the time I didn’t really know where to, all they’d say would be ‘’El Norte’’ or ‘’The North’’ meaning The U.S. It was my first time hearing about the place, in fact all I knew was that my dad was there. That night, my mom, brother, and I got our bags ready. I was eager to finally see my dad again, since it was a while since he visited. After a while into packing my bags, I began thinking about everything and everyone I
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