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My Family: My Step Parents In Colombia

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Hi, my name Juliana Rojas and I am nineteen years old. I was born and raised in Colombia. Before my mom met my step dad it was just my mom and I against the world. We moved a lot through the pacific region of my country. When I was six my mom met my step dad and we created a family. When I turned nine, my step dad came to the United States, living my mom, little sister and I behind. It was not easy to say the least, Christmas and birthdays were the hardest time for the whole family. Two years after my dad left, we were finally reunited. It took me a whole year to adapt to my new life in the United States and to learn the language as well. In total I have three siblings, a little brother and two younger sisters. One of my sisters, lives in Colombia

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