Personal Narrative: Growing Up With My Dad

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Growing up with my mom was beyond great my mom always made sure I had everything I needed. I was always dressed in name brand clothes and my hair was always done in the cutest styles. She made sure I went to the best schools. She did everything a good mom was supposed to do. Then I got to the ages of 12,13 and 14 that's when things took a turn for the worst. I got to that preteen stage and the typically mother daughter fights started to happen. Two weeks before my eighth grade graduation we got into a really bad argument and I ended up leaving her house and going to live with my grandma. I told her I wanted to move with my Dad. So after my graduation that's exactly what I did. From 14-18 I did a lot of growing up and at some point I realized

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