Personal Narrative: My Grandpa Frank Bicek

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Before I Was Born
Allice Walker once said, “Just as you inherit your mother’s brown eyes, you inherit part of yourself.” My family has a lot of history. In the next 3 paragraphs I will be talking about important people in my life. I will also be talking about where my ancestors came from. These people are on both sides of my parents.

My grandpa Marlo Bicek is a very special man in my life. He is the most caring person I know. It’s amazing how he is always there for us at the time of need. He supports us through everything we do. It is really appreciate what he does in my life.

How my family came to this country. My Great great great grandpa’s grandpa Frank Bicek came from Czechoslovakia. He brought his family here on a boat. Then on

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