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Personal Narrative: My Grandma
Everybody wants to age successfully and live forever. But would you really want to live forever if you were not happy and felt alone? My grandmother was born on June 1st, 1920 in Detroit, Illinois. Being one of seven kids, she strived to be independent and immersed herself in music.
Relationship Description I have obviously known my grandma my whole life, but I have an extra special connection with her because I am her namesake. My grandma has lived with my parents for over 26 years; therefore I saw her everyday throughout my childhood. However, since moving away to college I only talk to her about once a week. Also, I only physically see her when I home for summer and Christmas break and about once per semester.
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