Personal Narrative: Binge Drinking

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My mother started binge drinking before I celebrated around my 8th birthday. My favorite memories growing up are from breaks in between her binges. We used to go to the park and and take photographs of each other on the swings. We were completely oblivious to the somber clouds that lurked above us. After a while, there were no more breaks. The only thing that could end her binge was a 911 call. Dialing 911 became a habit and it would only end with my mom being put in a hospital. Nevertheless, I felt relief when I would see her in laceless shoes and hospital gown. The relief would only last a couple days until she was back home again. After countless visits, the paramedics grew weary of my habit and no longer took my mother in. Out of options,

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