Personal Narrative Analysis

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You can see it on people’s tattoos or clothing. It was finally summer break of 2017! Mom said that we would have some vacations over the summer. Last year, we went to South Korea to visit the rest of my family members. This summer, Mom said that we would go to Minnesota. My brother James and I were born there, while Jason was born in Iowa, We went to Minnesota to visit some close family friends. I had not been there two to three years, and wanted to go. That’s the main reason why we went. After almost a four-hour car ride, we arrived at Uncle Jeff’s house. He’s not really our uncle, just close enough to our family to call him that. Anyways, they had adopted two South Korean boys some 15-20 years ago. Charlie, 21, had come back from learning

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