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Growing Up In Brownsville: A Community Analysis
I grew up in Brownsville, Texas in a working class family. I learned from my parents and the stories that they told me. The community that I grew up in was comforting and supportive no matter what. And the neighborhood that I lived in was a great place to grow up in because of a friend, and a supportive family to be there when it went downhill.
My mom was a migrant worker; she would work with all of her family until she got a degree and started to teach at an elementary school where she continues to work to support her families. My dad grew up moving around because his dad left him when he was young and his mom had to support them by herself. He has an associate’s degree in architecture; he worked as a warehouse manager before he was laid off

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