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Personal Narrative Analysis

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I was not naive enough to believe that I knew everything there was to understand about life, however rewind to seven months ago: beginning of my senior year, I believed that I was at least in close proximity to that sort of understanding. I knew that life had a great deal to do with survival. Immigrating to this country at just four years old under asylum, and being introduced to a completely different culture, lifestyle, language, etc.; I understood that in order to survive I needed to fully immerse myself into the American lifestyle, all while only having family members that were in the same predicament I was. Life was about faith. Nights in the hospital room my sophomore and junior year, kneeled down praying to my God that my mother's tumors

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