Personal Narrative: Why I Be Possible

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All I could see was boxes getting packed. My mom is asking me to finish packing my room. Then we have my grandparents coming over and filling our car. The cars were full of boxes. That is the day that I learned that you should be flexible. Ever since that day I have been flexible and worthy to change. I started to red in the face, did not want to help, I wanted to start putting at the boxes in the car bringing it to my old house, and I was not listening to anyone because I loved the old house. Then I started to get over it because I knew I would like this house, but my little sister crying and I told her it would be fine. Later in the day I was thinking that it had more room, colorful space, bright, loving, that we weren’t done with it,

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