Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A Low Income Family

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Growing up in a low income family generated countless struggles financially for me. Money has usually been an easy absence in my family's life, which seriously impacted our living conditions. For the most part my parents always showed support, there was never an odd silence despite the tough moments. Throughout the years I grasped their hard-working competence and envisioned their experiences as a learning lesson. When my parents announced they were getting laid off from their jobs, I felt an instant desperation to step up as a young adult, so I could help them pay bills. They found that idea pathetic genuinely because they thought I would lose focus on school. I knew I could manage school and a job it was only a matter of having time. After

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