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Personal Narrative: My Dad In New York City

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My dad and my mom met in New York City through work. They dated in the beginning through long distance and married in 1993. I was born on October 24, 1995 in New York City inside of Bellevue Hospital, which is the oldest hospital in the United States . My dad remembered clearly it was a cold winter night, and he also received a parking ticket for parking in the wrong area. I weighed 8 pounds, so I was a pretty fat baby. Since I was fairly big, I came out of my mom’s stomach through Caesarean section. As a kid, I played around alot. I attended a private school in New York for two years. Then, I transferred to a public school. During the summer, I attended an all African American Christian Academy. My parents didn’t want my time to go wasted,

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