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Essay On Life Of My Life

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One summer in my birth home in England, my birth mother had passed out on the floor in the morning after my father left for work. My brother and I heard a loud scream and came into the room, seeing that she has passed out. In our right minds, we thought it was going to be moderate, but soon later finding out she died from damage in her brain, causing her left side of the body not to work and to barely eat and support her other side. Her funeral was a warning of future events that started going ridiculously wrong after and I knew there was going to be a major turning point in my life, with a tone and cause us to leave and figure out problems on our journey. Due to my mother's death, an increasing amount of work was to be done to protect our future.

For most of my days in England, London, I was living my life, where everything was amazing, central, and experiencing new plans every single day. England was a friendly, hearted country, that you can just wake up every weekend with the English Premier League, hearing the chants of each team, and Church to worship God. However, I was born and raised in a small neighborhood with small houses and small gardens to run around in. I felt like sometimes, I was growing up in an attic comparing Georgia and England's houses. For living in England for 12 years especially, you feel just at ease and time flies by so fast that anything could happen.

However, one situation that just happened so fast was tormented not just for me, but

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