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Personal Narrative: My Grand Mother In The Dominican Republic

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Sorry about the lost of your dad, I can related a little with you because my grand mother also passes away in Dominican Republic a few years ago and I did not wanted to see her death so I decide to stay here , however she used to do hand embrodery so I asks my mother if she could bring me one of the one she have done and she did bring one that I kept in my nightstand to remember her life and the type of relationship my gandmother and I used to

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