Personal Narrative: The Renda Family

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“Never forget where our family came from, LeeAnn.” My mother has instilled this in for as long as I can remember. Growing up I got whatever I needed and what I wanted came when my parents could afford it. Living in a small, suburban town my peers were given whatever they wanted, however, the Renda family was different. One day, my mother explained to me how she got to be where she is today. She began by telling me that my grandfather was a truck driver and my grandmother worked in different factories. She explained that growing up there was little money, when it came to college the only way she was able to afford it was through financial aid and scholarships, she worked full time while going to school, and helped my grandmother pay the bills.

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