Untill 8 months ago, I lived in France. It was great, I've seen the Mona Lisa, the David, the Eiffel Tower and I could go on and on. Then, my dad's company said that we had to move here, America. I wasn't so sure, I hadn't lived here since I was 3, and my brother was born in Mexico. I felt kinda like Esperanza, and I didn't know what to think. As expats, my dad's company gave us everything, here we had to buy all our stuff so we went into a minor financial crisis. My parents are still worried about money for college.
Now, I have some nice friends, a cozy house, but most of all, my family.
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