Personal Narrative

Personal Narrative

Personal Narrative



What makes a person who they are? The way they dress? Their family? Friends? Attitude? To me, what really makes a person who they are, is their experiences. Their hardships, triumphs, what makes them happy, what devastates them. We all are human beings and are made so similar. With sharing so many things in common, we are all such different people. Everything we have all gone through, shapes us into who we are today; Why we are the way we are. "This isn't my baby!" my mother jokes as she's handed her newborn, baby girl. Molly Marie Vaziri. That's me. A 9 lb. 6–ounce dark haired, olive skinned baby. My mom, having strong German genes, with pasty white skin and sky–blue eyes, is having a hard time believing she just gave birth to me. My dad on the other hand, being full Persian, had been trying to tell my mom, throughout the whole pregnancy, there was no chance of me coming out looking like her. Los Angeles California was where I came into this world. Also, where I lived for the first three years of my life. I was born into a very small family. Both sets of grandparents died when I was young and my parents both only have one sibling, which live very far from us. So, it's always just been my dad, my mom, my brother, and me. Just us four, conquering the world together. My brother Myles, is two years older than me. Having a sibling that close in age is the best thing your parents can ever give you. They are a permanent best friend that will always be

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