Personal Narrative: My Life In San Francisco

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It all begun when I was quite physically, pushed through the birth canal located right here in Berkeley, California. Alta Bates Hospital was where my lovely mother gave birth to a girl. A short period of time following my birth, my family and I relocated across the bridge to San Francisco. The foggy, eccentric city is where I spent, and still spend, my life. I consider myself very lucky to be able to openly identify as a Chinese American girl. Most of this can be attributed to me living in San Francisco. Being raised in San Francisco truly shaped me and my values. It accentuated my Chinese culture while bringing out other stereotypes many San Franciscans face. More so, being located in San Francisco I was surrounded by many other

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