There Were: A Personal Narrative Of My Life

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Before I was, There Were… Well, before me of course there were my father and my mother. My mother was born in Dominican Republic but grew up in New York. My mom had 4 brothers, which now are my uncles. There is Tio (uncle in Spanish) Rafi, Tio Chris, Tio Jay and Tio Franklin. My mom said that she actually enjoyed having all brothers. She said it was to play with them and have fun. Most of them have at least 1-4 children, which are my cousins. I have a very close relationship with my cousins. My grandmother was born and raised in Dominican Republic. My grandma has 1 sister which is my great aunt. I have many cousins from my mom’s side of the family but my dad’s side has many more. My grandpa on my mom’s side was born and raised in Dominican Republic as well. …show more content…

My great grandfather passed away when I was three. But my great grandma was born in Dominican Republic and raised there to I think. My dad was born and raised in Dominican Republic. He has eight different brothers and sisters. I still haven’t met all my aunts and uncles but I’ve met most of them. I have over 20 cousins on my dad’s side. Because my dad lives one-thousand + miles away, I usually visit them in the summer and I get to see everyone even my brother and my sister. I don’t really have any close relationships on my dad’s side than I do on my moms. Then there are my dad’s parents. My grandma was also born and raised in Dominican Republic. Sadly my grandpa has passed but we all miss and love him so

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