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Personal Narrative: Growing Up In Brazil

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I grew up on a land where February is carnival month. Sunday is family day, and every day is as hot as the day before. Being the most Brazilian as someone can be, I was born surrounded the typical Brazilian stereotype and moving the U.S. at the age of 13 expanded my culture and values. Growing up in Brazil, I matured following their rituals and customs. Family is a big aspect of the Brazilian culture, so family is the most important thing to me. I speak, write, and understand Portuguese fluently. Eating foods such as Rabada, which is a traditional dish made of oxtail, or Coração de Galinha, which is literary chickens heart, is a common thing at my house. Being able to share my culture with my friends has been such an honor and I don’t intend
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