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Personal Narrative: An Immigrant

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I was born and raised in the southernmost past of Texas in a city named Brownsville where diversity is almost non-existent. Growing up in a city with one of the highest poverty rates was surprisingly not as much a struggle as you may think. My father had a decent job with a salary of around 48,000, but that number varies every year. He is the captain of a shrimp boat and has owned his very own boat a few times. For this reason, my father was frequently absent in my life and still is to this day. My father being away is inevitable. He has to support his family, especially because my mother cannot work. My mother is an immigrant here in the United States. She came to America in 1987 and got pregnant with my oldest sister, Amber, in 1988. She

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