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Personal Narrative: My Step Father
My step dad's name is Thomas Burgener he has played a big role in my life this year. He has influenced me to very successful, and I receive lots of positive feedback from him. The positive feedback he gives me has made me concerned about what action I should make that will help me later on in the future. My step dad is very tall like the St. Louis Arch. He has thin brown hair with thin eyebrows. Working most of his young life in construction has made him a very strong man.
Not having my real dad around since I was seven I didn’t have many positive role models. My mom who worked very hard to give us everything we needed wasn’t always available to talk about the good and bad things. When I first met my stepdad, I didn’t feel very comfortable talking to him at first. I notice good things about him while he talked to my mom. He was very talkative, happy, outgoing, and tried his best to learn Spanish. After a year he living with me, I considered him my dad because he wanted us to be successful, and do the right things.
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I didn’t know what consequences I would be facing if I did bad things. One day I came from school all scratched up, he asked me what happened I told him I got In a fight with a friend because he was saying bad things about my mom. He looked at me with his big blue eyes and said,” You love your mom right” I looked at him for a couple seconds and said, “ Yes I do.” and then he said was that the right thing to do. I looked at him confused I had never been told what I’ve done been wrong or

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