Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A Country Full Of Poverty

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Growing up in a country full of poverty and lack of proper medication was a tough environment to be born into. I still remember my mom crying about how she lost my bigger brother due to money struggle and lack of medication. She explained that before my sister and I were born, we had a bigger brother; however upon his birth he was infected and died within seventh day. Lack of medication in a country full of poverty was just what my parent and my bother didn’t need yet couldn’t escape.
When I was growing up, mom would tell me about my brother and wished he was alive. She would dwell on her thought of how handsome her older son would have been if he was a live, how relief would they feel knowing that they had two sons that they could count

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