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I pressed my forehead against the window, to take a look outside. The airport couldn't be very far now as I could see the tip of a runway. I shifted back into my seat when my breath condensed against the plastic and I couldn't see anymore. It had been about a month since I learned about our move to India. I wasn't very happy about this; I had figured that I wouldn't be able to settle in. My brother and sister who are originally from India had told me very bad things about the living style there. I was born here. I wasn't sure about how I should fell about moving there, should I feel happy, sad. I was very confused. This was going to be a whole new experience for me, one like I've never had before. When I was around six, my dad used to work...

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