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Personal Narrative: Coming To America As Immigrants

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Coming to America as Immigrants and having nothing to your name can be a very intimidating situation. Many people face this obstacle and my parents are a clear example of it. I grew up watching my parents work and making sure they had no debt to their name. I remember being a young child and mom taking me to work because she didn't have a babysitter. My parents always provided me with the best and even spoiled me, sometimes when you don't work for your objects you forget to say thank you. . My parents sacrifice will not be forgotten and me succeeding in life will be their reward. During the end of my sophomore year I was starting to get a little carefree, just because I was working I felt as school wasn't a priority. I was starting

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