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Personal Narrative: Moving Out Of My Family
This is tough for me. I recently moved out of my house and moved in with a different family. Since they take care of me now their lifestyle is more upper/Elite class. Since I'm still young ill focus on the way I grew up with my father. And my father and I were defitily Urban underclass. My father did not have a job and he was on food stamps and disability. We had little to no money and the only food we could get was with the food stamps that my father got which was very little each month. I wish I could say that my father just was not able to work but he chose not to he was one of those people that chose to stay home and get payed for it without any real disability. I myself at the time had no job because we didn't have a reliable car to get

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