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Alison, so many ways to describe her, fun, creative. Born and raised in the state of Washington. I respect my mom so much she has shown and taught me so many things. Throughout my mom’s life she has faced many challenges but she has done fun things along the way. One of her favorite memorys as a child is wining softball championships. Even though she was having fun she was having hard times with her family. Her parents were divorced and she wanted to live with her father but the judge said she had to live with her mother. With a confused look she said “ Funny thing you know to be more in tune with the parent you spent the least amount of time with “. Alison works on lots of things, from building tree a house, to cleaning houses. She does

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