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Nearing the middle of the night, loud shots were heard overhead. Then the rapid fires of automatic machine guns were going off nearby. Thunderous booms rattled the house. This wasn't a warzone. It was the neighborhood I grew up in. It was also the fourth of July. My mother used to worry so much about myself and my siblings, wondering how to protect us from the outside while at the same time earning enough money to support the four of us. I rarely saw her. She raised us by herself. This is my environment in which I grew up. I am the second oldest in my family and the oldest girl. This family position gave me the unique ability to learn responsibility by helping my mother out with my younger sister and brother, but also providing me with protection and a shield by having an older brother. With the struggles that come from a one parent family and the neighborhood of gang members fighting over failed drug deals and poverty stricken households of illegal immigrants, I learned how important it is to keep a positive and compassionate presence at all times.
Approximate Word count = 603
Approximate Pages = 2.4
(250 words per page double spaced)
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