Personal Narrative: Moving To Philadelphia

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Strolling through the town, gazing around at people going about their everyday lives. They are all seems so happy. Content to their boring lives in a small-town unknown to the outside world, in truth, my mother always wanted to live there, it didn’t live up to her expectations. A few people waved and smiled at her, eager to meet her. Others were not as enthusiastic. One thought soared through their minds, “why do everyone look at me different” is it because of my skin complexion or is it because I didn’t belong to this family?
When I was nine-year-old I moved to Baltimore. Moving here was totally opposite from where I live. It was nothing like Jamaica, the weather was something I wasn’t used to it was every hot. One thing that I was happy