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Personal Narrative: An Immigrant At The Home

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When I arrived at the home at 3:30 p.m., Bella was playing with her aunt while her mother was helping her grandmother cook. When I walked into the living room she turned her head and smile at me. I could tell right away she was very social and curious. She also said hello and smile. She followed me with her head and eyes until I sat down on the couch. After I said down she smiled and continued to play with her aunt. Whenever her aunt called her by her name she would turn her head and say, “yes Titi” or “yes pushy”. (Aunts nickname) Her aunt continued to play with her. Bella would turn instantly when she heard a noise. Bella is at the stage where she enjoys touching everything around her and pulling things apart. She loves to play with cellphones

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