Personal Narrative: My Biological Mother Tonya

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Being a mother is more than giving birth. I was born October, 31st, 1997 at Holzer Hospital in Gallipolis, Ohio. My mother’s name is Tonya Jeffers, however; I am not quite sure what it is now. I have lived with my father for most of my life. When I was born, my Father and mother were newlyweds. They had met right after High school and thought they were in love. By the time I was two my parents had decided to get a divorce. The custody battle was coarse at first, but I ended up living with my biological Mother Tonya Which is where my story begins. It’s not always about easy to talk about the past, however; the past has helped my future. Both my Father and Biological Mother married again by the time I was four. After living with my mother for

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