Personal Narrative: Growing Up With A Mom Hard

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Growing up with three younger sisters wasn’t easy especially when they were incapable of doing things for themselves. For me playing mom hard because I did everything my mother did for my sisters. For instance, on school days I had make sure everybody ate, showered, and did all their home before my mom got home. Sometimes in the morning I would have to wake up extra early to press their school clothes when she couldn’t do it. Most times I would offer to do it in the evenings because I really didn’t want to wake up early in the morning. Also, we had to make sure that the home was tidy because my mom didn’t like to come home from a long day of work. On top of all of that I had to complete my homework, get good grades, and get the right amount

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