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Personal Narrative: Dan-El

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Yando stood out to me the most because he always felt compared to his older sibling. Dan-el having done so much school wise, Yando became jealous of how much attention was given to Dan-el. “I don’t want to be here! Everyone talks about Dan-el, about how cool he is or how smart he is and how I should be like him! Everyone keeps asking me if I’m applying to Princeton! I don’t care about him and I don’t care about Princeton and I don’t want to be here.” (248) When Yando grew up and found out he wanted to pursue music he became stubborn with the idea of going to an Ivy league school. My best friend has often told me she felt as if her mom focused on her brother more. Exactly how Yando felt about Dan-el getting more attention from their mom. Yando

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