Personal Narrative: The Bathroom

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As I close my eye and hear nothing but the world, I also heard water dripping from the bathroom. Not only dripping water but water rushing as if someone put it on slowly. I didn't want to hear it anyone so I cover my ears quick trying to forget what I just hear. Shortly after I don't hear the water anymore but only my auntie walking around cooking in the kitchen. I got up and walk to the kitchen finding so yummy food, but sadly I have to walk past the bathroom. I didn't want to go near it or look in it. I want to used the door that connect the bedroom and the kitchen, but my auntie don't let. After breakfast, my mom came and pick my sister and me up to go back home. On our way home, lee told my mom about what she saw last night. Lee told my

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