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A Hungarian family must flee their war filled country for a new home we they will be safe.
[WARNING: Please do not read this story if you are effected by death, war or immigration. This story contains all of those elements and is not meant to offend anyone or tell false facts. The characters in this story are not real and are not meant to resemble any living or passed people.]
(This story was written when I was 12 years old and was for a school project in which we had to write a Migrants Autobiography. This story was entirely made up but inspired by the research I was doing on migrants.)
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