Personal Narrative: My Father's Illness

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My Fathers illness has equally effected all of my siblings and I significantly. It is most difficult hearing stories from my family members about my father before he became ill and depressed. He was often considered the center of each conversation. It is difficult to type these words about my father considering that the last time my father and I have shared a laugh is beyond my memory. My mom always tells me that I am very similar to my father in terms of his stubbornness and positivity. I would always take this as an insult from my mother but truly I would dream to become half the man my father was before he became ill. My father fought for what he wanted and what he wanted was for all of his kids to be happy. That's why he came to America

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