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Personal Narrative Analysis

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2010 to 2012 were the most influential years of my life. This three year period marked me becoming a teenager, my transition into high school, and the year my family grew with the adoption of two children. When my family of five expanded to seven my life was changed forever. They showed up and I grew up. Born thirteen months apart, Onna Irene Schultz and Reilly Emerson Schultz came into our lives within two weeks of each other from an adoption agency in Kansas. There are no words to describe the flow of emotions that followed. I finally had a sister and couldn’t be happier. This wish come true soon became a nightmare. With the addition of two babies in the house stress was everywhere. My dad, a full time manager in retail, couldn’t get the
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