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Personal Narrative: I Am Mexican Or Hawaiian

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From my appearance, people think I am Mexican or Hawaiian. And from my last name, people think I’m Japanese. I can’t count or remember for my life how many times I’ve been asked by people if I was one of those ethnicities. Truth be told, I was born in Danville, Indiana. Yes I know, I’m a Hoosier. Does that mean I grew up in the middle of nowhere with corn fields surrounding me? Not at all. Throughout my childhood, my family and I moved around a bit but always stayed in the Avon and Plainfield area. 5 or 6 years ago, my family and I moved in and took over my grandfather’s house because he didn’t have the finances anymore, and it feels good to be living in a house that I’ve been in since I’ve been alive and known to this world. I grew up in
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