Personal Narrative: My Mother

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I was born in Rocky Mount hospital on July 23, 2000 to Karol Powell and Avery Artis. When I was born my mother was 18 and my father 17, they were around the same age as me and had little to no idea what they wanted to do with their life. Just like me, my father wanted to go to college and achieve a higher education. My father’s initial plans were to attend ECU and get a degree in engineering. My mom on the other hand was a new mother and had more than just college on her mind. Seeing that my mom in other words wasn’t ready to “grow up” my father and mother parted ways after my first birthday. After the split, I lived with my mom for the next two years, while she was struggling with drug addiction. Her excessive habits eventually resulted in

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