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Growing up, I always felt like my family had the "American Dream." As a child, you don 't compare houses to a house that you live in, cars to a car that you drive in, or family that you were born into. Children are adaptable and don 't realize that maybe you don 't have what others have, don 't live in the same quality of house that others live in or don 't drive a newer car that others drive. I grew up in a family of four. My mother and father worked full time and took care of my sister and I. We lived in a house in Saint Paul. A victorian house that used to be my parents "dream" home. They bought it and after countless remodels that never got remodels, water damage, roof replacement, foundation issues, plumbing and other daily investments,
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