Personal Narrative: My Identity

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Everyone has a story or a background that makes them who they are. Whether it's something or someone that's been good or bad, it still has impacted you in a way that's shaped you into who and how you are today. You'll never forget about it, and it will forever be in favor as well because without it you wouldn't fully be yourself. Growing up with my grandmother and my father made me who and how I am today. They both helped me uncover my identity as to who I truly am. Growing up I lived in a house of eight. Of the eight living in the house, there was three younger children, and I was the oldest of the three. My grandmother always made sure I was the one to be called first when something needed to be done. If it wasn't done right I'd have

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