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Personal Narrative: My Migration To Ecuador

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I was born and raised in Quito, Ecuador until the age of 14. Due to economic hardships, my mother immigrated to the United States when I was five years old to seek better opportunities. My parents had to sacrifice themselves to provide my brother and I with the best education in Ecuador. They did not only pay for my brother’s private school but also for our extracurricular activities expenses. However, because of my performance in gymnastics, I won a scholarship for the best military academy in Ecuador. For every medal and award representing my country and my school, I received a scholarship in which my tuition was covered during my 7 years in the military academy. I had to work hard everyday to achieve my gymnastics and educational goals since my parents could not afford the military academy.

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