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Personal Narrative: My Visit To The Dominican Republic
I am a eighteen year old female. I am mixed. I was born in MD. My mother is from El Salvador, and my father is from Dominican Republic. I've visited Dominican Republic a lot, but I haven't visited El Salvador ever since I was about two years old. I've lived in Hyattsville,MD for most of my life, and it's actually very urban. I live in a house hold of five: me, my two sisters, my mom and my dad. My baby sister is four, and my other little sister is ten. I remember when I was the only child about ten years ago. I was so spoiled. However, I love my little sisters to death. My family and I are catholic, but we aren't religious as we used to be. We used to go to church every Sunday, but now I'm barely home. I come from a fairly middle

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