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Personal Narrative: Vietnamese Refugees

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My parents are Vietnamese refugees that fled Vietnam after the war. My sister and I were born and raised in the Philippines for 11 years. I can speak Tagalog, Vietnamese and English. I graduated this year from University of Washington, receiving a Public Health degree. I like helping people especially immigrants because I am one myself and I understand the obstacles that they are going through. My passion for helping people led me to work in multiple community services like WILD where I renovated abandoned parks, making it more accessible to the community. I also participated in cleaning the Duwamish River and making sure warning signs are visible for those that tries to fish in the river. I have learned to spend my time wisely. I started
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