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Personal Narrative: Growing Up With A Single Mother
Growing up as the oldest was challenging, making it more difficult was the fact that you're the only girl with 4 brothers. Setting an example is without a doubt one of the most unmanageable, yet accomplishable tasks, especially at the age of 8. Having to grow up with a single parent was the most probable reason as to why I had to be such a responsible sibling/daughter. When my mother was not around, it was my job to pick up my brothers from school, feed them, help them with homework as well as placing them in for bed. I still managed to take care of my personal tasks, such as school-work [ADD MORE]. I balanced everything out and almost everything worked out perfectly. I missed out on a lot of my childhood. My mom had to work in order

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