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Personal Narrative: My Study Of El Salvador
As a young woman who was born and raised in Houston, Texas, I have always wanted to achieve something great in life. I have always had big dreams and have known for a long time that education and hard work are the keys to success.
I get a lot of my strength from my mom, who immigrated to the United States from El Salvador. She came to America to make a better life, far away from the civil war, drugs, and gang violence that plagued and tore apart El Salvador. As the oldest of three, I’m the first in my family to be in college and to study abroad.
As you know, a studying abroad is quite expensive, but it is an investment that is certainly worthwhile. I’m currently supporting myself by working full time at a local chocolate shop. Working has
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