My Grandma In Mexico

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OLIVIA GOMEZ 5TH HOUR 1/10/18 M.I.N.T. S By the time, I was growing up I was three to four years old and I was living with my grandma in Mexico. She’s the nicest old lady that knows how to cook. Yes, I did know who my parents were. My mom and dad were here in the united states with my older brother and sister who were in the age of seven to ten years old at the time. My parents had been living in the United States since they were 13 years old and my parents used to tell my grandma to let me go to the USA. I never wanted to because of jealousy and the attention my older brother and sister would get. One day I decided to go. Staying with my parents

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