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Personal Narrative: Trip Into My Heritage

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Trip into My Heritage Sitting on the plane alone, I wondered what the next three weeks would bring. The light hum of the plane’s engines seemed to go on forever and the dry stale air began to scratch the inside of my throat. My destination was The Netherlands, where the entirety of my family lives. Throughout my youth seeing my family was a rare occasion, once a year if we were lucky, but after my parents divorced, we stopped going altogether. It had been over eight years since I had last visited them and because of the many years of separation, I felt uneasy about it all. Throughout the flight I couldn’t help but to think to myself several questions like: What I might be able to learn and experience from these next three weeks? How I would feel when I would first arrive? And how different everything would be. Having been there only a …show more content…

When she was about eight years old she was sent to a Japanese concentration camp in Indonesia. She was there for about a year and her family lived off of a tiny amount of food every day. Therefore every time I visit them she is almost forcing me to eat food, which isn’t the worst thing in the world. As I enter I am greeted by hugs and kisses and suddenly shoved in a chair at the kitchen table and given a huge plate of food of Nasi Goreng which is a fried rice dish with different types of meats cooked in it, which is always delicious. As stuffing my face with food, one by one different family members flood into the small house until it was fully packed. The chatter of over thirty voices is extremely loud but welcoming. Different family member hug me and kiss me and ask how my life had been, which for me was rather difficult because I did not know how to explain my last eight years in one sentence, “great“ was my usually, unsatisfactory

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