Narrative About Moving

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It all started the day I woke up to my parents arguing. It was a warm morning, but you couldn't see the sky thanks to the thick and ashy dust clouds. I walked downstairs and my parents turned and looked at my. My mother greeted me with a warm smile and sighed “sweetheart we have to tell you something,” she said “we have to move.” This surprised me a bit. I love the house. I love this land I've grown up. “Why are we moving?” I asked surprised. She turned to look at my father who looked back at me. “The dust is to heavy out here, if we don't leave now we're going to go broke” my father said with a sad tone in his voice. I'm so surprised they are really making us leave. I can't believe it! I ran upstairs and started to pack my stuff with tears

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