Personal Narrative: My Horatio Alger Myth

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It was hot sunny day on October 24th, 1987 in southern India - the day of my birth. I was born in a hospital right down the street from my grandparents' house and was taken there soon after my birth. I would live here for a few months while my father traveled the world in search for work - in order to provide the opportunities for his child. Opportunities that he had missed out on growing up in a small village in south India. My father was true believer of hard work and put himself through medical school. It seemed as though the Horatio Alger myth did not apply to my father. A man who was the youngest of ten children and with parents who had died when he was very young was determined to make it out on top. I have no recollection of these first months of my being but it was my grandparents that primarily took care of me, being that I was my mother's first child. The role of my grandparents would continue to play a huge role in my upbringing even though we were not even in the same country. Needless to say, family was extremely important and really all we had. Three to four months later I found myself as a baby on my first ever plane ride to Ireland. This would be my new home. The first four years of my life were…show more content…
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