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Personal Narrative: My Father Who Grow Up

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My father a stiff gentleman who grew up in the eighties, lived a life you couldn't imagine. Unlike my mother who grew up in this county and lived the normal eighties life that consisted of listening to music, going to school, and getting a part time job to help her parents with the income. Was unheard of in Lebanon where my father grew up. Being from Beirut my father had to grow up fast. His childhood was short due to the high rates of poverty due to a tragic civil war, that will soon make him flee the country alone at just seventeen years old.
My father grew up in a condominium in the center of Beirut; the capital of Lebanon, where the sounds of cars beeping, the smell of smog burns your nostrils, and the fear of losing in a soccer game with

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