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Personal Narrative: A Different Culture
Coming from Eastern Europe, a completely different culture; I didn’t know how to speak English at all. Even now I am not perfect at English. There are certain things I struggle with and certain obstacles that occur because of that. Through my education I had no family member that could help me with school work such as homework because of their lack of English. Back then it all seemed impossible for me. My parents that also didn't know a word of English couldn’t help me since they were going through the same obstacle. My dad eventually had to go to work, and later my mom too, but she had more time with me. My mother was and still is the person who always encourages me, listens, and supports me. I know that the hardships she has faced have been
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