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My First Cell Phone
My First Cell Phone Privacy. Trust. Freedom. These words have let a mark throughout history, but in my case it has changed my life. Since the beginning of segregation people have had to fight to achieve these rights, but even in today’s society I still had to as well. For me these words are a privilege because having to share a room with two other people you don’t get enough of your daily dosage.
From being in a new home to a new city to a new school to a new set of rules, the transition can be difficult, but not for me. Personally, I love it here more than my hometown, but the one thing I do miss the most is my father. In Visalia, I was never allowed to go outside without one of my parents with me. Since it is safer here and I can walk out the door with one of my sisters and not scare my mother half to death. That sounds nice right? BUT…. there is one tiny problem. Communication between my mother and I that I know is indispensable for me to have because I know my mother needs to know where I am all the time! My problem was solved this past Labor Day weekend, which was the fruit of my labor the past nine years of my life of getting a role model student’s grades and awards
Within minutes of arriving at Costco with my mother, my brother Mustafa and me of course, we were in the warehouse ready to buy groceries as well as other items as well. As we were passing the technology aisle looking for a mouse to go with . . . read more.
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