During a fall break, I decided to attend the world market for my final assignment. In Order to do so I had to convince my entire family to join me. Our family has never tried food outside a local grocery store. My mother stated that she feared that the food was not properly cleaned. She also feared that one of us would get saliva or food poison. My father had always felt that the food in a secondary store was not as beneficial as a regular store. Including, the belief that the price for the food was that cheap each or per pound. My sister in a badinage manner acted as if eating from a place such as the world market would extirpate her. After four hours of debate, everyone agreed to come along and buy something for dinner. Although they didn't see the need to buy something they didn't want, I wanted them to try something new just like me; Giving my family the opportunity to shop for the best deals, Instead of going to a local place such as food lion and whole foods.
The Arrival
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The store was surrounded by everyday stores such as, Ulta and IKEA. The store was gigantic, with big huge bold letters on a white stone building. My father slowly parked the car and told me to go first and they would follow behind. I was nervous and anxious; I was outside of my comfort zone. However, I knew if I want to be a social worker I have to face going outside my comfort zone on a regular basis. A social worker must protect the right of every U.S. citizen. In the parking lot you could see multiple different ethnicities walking in and out the store with bags of food. I took a quick breath and counted to ten, then step outside the car and walked to the front door. My father had told us that it would be better to split up a find an item in the store that we
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