Personal Narrative Analysis

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At a young age, I remember vividly asking my parents before my first ever baseball game, “Are you coming to watch me today?” My parents responded with a frown on their face, “No, we can’t be there today. Ask a parent if they can drop you off at home.” That was it. Growing up, my parents were never really there for me. I didn’t understand why my dad or mom couldn’t come to one sporting or school events. Knowing that my parents weren’t there made me feel alone, scared, and frustrated by the fact that they couldn’t come to one event. Seeing my teammates or classmates being cheered by their parents, left a bitter taste of rejection. Without my parents, I felt like I had no one to go to. But as I got older, I started to see things in a brighter

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