Personal Narrative: Sacrifice In Relationships

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I've never had to sacrifice an object, but I've had to sacrifice a relationship. My mother did prescription drugs when I was growing up, and that had a very negative effect on me and my mental health. I viewed first hand the effects the pills had on my mother and I'll never forget some of the images. We went through a great deal of financial problems because she couldn't work. She couldn't pay the bills, and we lost our house; Our neighbors were so kind hearted and let us stay with them for a couple of months until my mom started stealing things like money, gift cards, and pills. They decided that we needed to leave after they noticed those objects were missing. Then, we had nowhere to go. My mom called my aunt and asked if I could stay with

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