Personal Narrative

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In my house, the unspoken stays unspoken,I had never realized it, but my childhood was a bit more abnormal than others. . My parents divorced when I was around 5 years old. As I got a little older, my mom met a new man, and eventually she had my baby brother. Couple years later, and my mom finally lost it at her job as a fast-food restaurant manager. She stopped showing up to work, and luckily decided to finish school. We hit some financial bumps as my mom, older brother,and older sister attended college at the same time. I was raised in an environment where education was the only way you can succeed. I was told by my grandparents from a young age that if I wanted a good, happy life, I needed to work for it, so I did. Since I was small