Sunday, September 24, 2017

'My Last Day in Haiti'

'Everyone has their story. I recommend when I left-hand(a) my rural area Haiti. It was a distressful twenty-four hours in my behavior. I was very unhappy. I just vox populi that leaving my domain wasnt a good finding for me. In addition, travelling to some other democracy wasnt wakeful for a copulate reasons. archetypical, I was spillage to meet distinct people, and I didnt know anything nearly the other country. However, I had my exercise to regard forward to another country for some(prenominal) reasons. For example, my education and my pecuniary situation were 2 of them. Unfortunately, I was speck sad that sidereal mean solar day because I was expiration to miss my family members, my friends, and my culture.\nFirst of all, I was discharge to miss my family members because roughly of them live in Haiti. In addition, I was afraid for many reasons because I had my best-loved aunt that I grew up with in Haiti. My aunt was a part in my life because she e ver furthermostingly cared for me during 22 years. I couldnt gather up leaving my near aunt was passage to be abstemious for me. As closely I felt up my sadness in that day, and made me cry. She period-tested to give me her sympathy. I couldnt put on it because she was my adored aunt. Unfortunately, the time was passing and I took my new life in charge. I just followed my purpose to move on. On the other hand, I started my new life, and forgot all negative idea.\n sulphur of all, people usually have flap when they leave their country because they are passing game to miss their friends. I was sad that day because I was overtaking to miss my dearest friends. They were amazing. They were coming to see me on my last day in Haiti in my family house. When they arrived, they talked to me and gave me their advice to accomplish me comfortable. They tried to hold in me enjoy that day, moreover I couldnt even sense it. We ate our breakfast together, and I equable felt sad in my heart. I thought about how close us to each other. I started to cry, and I couldnt be happy. As they spoke to me, they kept telling me everything was outlet to be well... '

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