Personal Narrative

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It was a Monday morning my grandma was talking to my mom on the phone and my mom always lets us heard their conversation, so they always talk to for a long time and after 30 minutes my mom was turning sad and when she goes to the room me and my sister know something has happened and then I went in my mom room and the door was locked and It was a difficult time for our family that time. My mom tries to get more information and figured out and when we went to go pick out my aunt, my grandma told us that one of our older cousins was shot we did not know how but I think what I remember what my mom was talking to my grandma, and she said that he got kidnapped and the next day he was shot at I don't really know how that happen because it I could

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