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Personal Narrative: My Mother's Parents
My mother’s parents would always share stories with us about how their parents came to America from Italy and Germany. They would bring out old photo albums and tell us all about how different life was for them and how they held on to family cooking recipes and every Christmas we make the same dishes that their parents would make. My father’s parents would also share stories about Ireland and my grandpa would talk about what he experienced when he was in the war. Unlike the family I interviewed, I was brought up in a Christian household. Every Sunday the whole family would attend church together and then go out to eat after to talk about what we had learned. We would also pray every night before bed and were always told to give thanks throughout the day for the life we have been blessed with.
When my brothers and I were in school my mother was very involved. Every day until my brothers and I graduated high school my mother and father would both ask what homework we had and would help us when we needed it. They would then always look over our work to make sure we understood everything. My parents liked the schools we attended for the most part, but they did wish that there was more one on one time between the students and teachers. Since my mother was a teacher at the elementary school we attended, she was constantly communicating with our teachers. My dad would also
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My brothers and I also played on the same baseball and softball teams, yet my parents were able to attend all of the games and even helped coach a few of them. My parents always wished that the schools could figure out ways to raise money because our schools lacked a lot of technologies that other surrounding schools had. My mother would work with the PTA and the school district in attempts to raise money. She still to this day, she does what she can to improve the school and community she works

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