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Personal Narrative: Brooklyn's Girl
Brooklyn’s Girl

My Grandfather Eugeino Saviglio went back to Italy to find a wife. He fell in love with a girl named Maria Pia my grandmother. Just to get her attention he went to her house everyday and when he was at work he sent her love letters. After they got married he took her to America Brooklyn, New york.
My mother Maria Saviglio was a tomboy at first , but had a lot of friend and she loved Brooklyn so much I guess you can call her brooklyn’s girl.She had an older sister and a younger brother. Ida and Gino Ida loved to sing and Gino loved to play the guitar . While my Grandfather was making shoes at the shop my Grandmother would take the children out , cook, and clean for everybody and sometimes for their friends or family if there
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