Personal Narrative: A Strong Italian Family

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I come from a strong Italian family in Santa Barbara. My Great Grandfather established a business which had expanded over generations and provided a prosperous life for many of my family members. The first rule growing up has always been that family comes first. This belief has been easy for me to adopt with a large extended family with 5 aunts, 4 uncles, and 27. Traditionally, our family spends birthdays and all of the holidays together. I enjoy fond memories of these many wonderful gatherings, and to catching up with my family members. Our family was usually the host of these gatherings so my job was to make sure everyone was tended to and felt welcomed.
My belief and attitude toward family began to shift though during my high school years.

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