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Personal Narrative: Why I Raise My Baby

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As Im reaching over to grab my pen, I then realized how puzzling this subject is to write about. I haven’t had a single accomplishment that’s worth writing about. Here I am 33 years old. I raised my younger brother and babysat growing up. Having a baby was the least of my worries. I was 18 at the time and I meet a guy. We fell in love fast. He was separated from his ex and she was pregnant.she was going through a difficult situation. So my boyfriend and raised his baby for over a year. That baby meant the world to me. About a year later he ended up getting a bysectoamy, by choice. Shortly after my world got cloudy. That moment in time is what made me want to have kids. Life success can be over in seconds, dreams shattered by obstacles.

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