Personal Narrative: My Father

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My father was born in Haiti, and my mother was born in the Dominican Republic. They both faced poverty while growing up, and came to this country in search of a better life. My mother wasn’t able to complete her college education, since she had to drop out after an accident she had. In place of school, she ran a small business from home, and cared for her sick parents. My father on the other hand, wasn’t able to finish his schooling; he couldn’t keep up with the work he was being given. As he got older, he decided he was tired of living in Haiti, and with a small boat, he sailed all the way to Florida.
Upon arrival, he faced many difficulties. Through it all, with work hard and dedication, he was able to get to where he is today. Of all the

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