Personal Narrative: Before I Was, There Were

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My family's last name has been standing for generations and we will continue it. My father’s parents names are Ayse and Halil. Unfortunately, they both have passed away, with a few years in between each other. The death of my grandparents was very grief for my family and I. We went through a devastating time period, seeing my grandpa lying in bed, skinny bones, and no fluid in his body was intolerable. I couldn’t accept his death, he was the man I looked up to and adored. When someone asked who my grandparents were, I would proudly say their name and they would always be remembered with affection. Halil and Ayse married each other because of family’s but later on they learned to love each other and they have

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