Personal Narrative: Growing Up In The Phoenix Police Force

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Growing up in the house of a police officer always had a stressful, yet interesting connotation. My father, who now works as a detective for the Phoenix Police Department, worked patrol for several years. I always looked forward to his return, because he told the best stories. However, my mother was often worried about his involvement on the streets. Since I was raised in a Christian home, prayer for my dad’s safety was a routine activity growing up. While my father was away at work, I remained at home hopelessly outnumbered by the girls in my family. Living with three younger sisters was always a struggle. Not only is it never quiet, but also, regardless of the situation, I managed to unfairly become the culprit. In addition to this,

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