Personal Narrative: Growing Up In Mexico

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Growing up in Mexico I didn't have the best of everything, but I was fortunate enough to have a caring, loving and supporting family. I was fortunate enough to have a roof over my head, food on my plate and clothes on my back. Not everyone was as fortunate as me. Going to school the first few years I was in Mexico, I would see kids wearing the same clothes everyday as well as seeing kids that didn't have nothing to eat for lunch because their parents couldn't afford a meal for their them. This mission trip would allow me to give back to those kids that are not as fortunate. Giving back to that community were a grew up would mean so much to me, because I'd be doing the rigtht thing and I would be going to bed knowing that those kids had a meal.