Personal Narrative Essay : The Values Of Family Messages In My Life

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I was born and raised in Mosul, Iraq. My parents were born in Mosul but in a village called Batnaya. Batnaya was a small village full of Chaldean/Catholic people who used to love Jesus and were very respectful to each other. I grew up in a really traditional family, if you have heard of my village then you will know that these kind of villages are traditions and they love to follow the traditional that are left from our grandparents. I grew up with one brother and seven sisters. We had a really big family, but we used to always listen to our parents which that is why it affected our lives in a better way. In our culture the girls never used to work, it was like the men are the only ones who are supposed to work. Because of that, my father and my only brother used to always work a full time job, and my mother and my older sisters used to take care of us and teach us to grow up in a right way. By meaning a right way means to be respectful and never go out to places. Because of our family now, most of my siblings are married and each one has their own beautiful families.
Family Messages The way my family taught and raised us was not as normal as everyone would think. My parents did not care about me or any of my siblings if they have any talents, abilities, or anything special because all they cared about was respect, and be good girls. But, the only message my parents told us to do was to follow our dreams whenever we have the chance and to never let go of what is ours.

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