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Personal Narrative: The Eastside
I have lived in San Antonio, TX my entire life and most of it on the city’s Eastside. The Eastside has a reputation of being a rougher part of the city. I believe it’s unfair because I mostly see people working hard and giving back to the community. Although crime is frequently reported on the news and occasionally hearing gunshots, I feel safe. That security has to do with my family. While we may not live in an expensive home or drive luxury cars, we are rich in love and support.

I was raised in a traditional family consisting of two parents and one older brother; he’s awesome by the way. I can count on my family to be there for me, no matter what. My mother works in human resources and my father is a multimedia producer. They are

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