My mom told me that I needed to start preparing my luggage. I was very confused, so I ask my mom, “get ready for what?” My mom replied, “ prepare to come to America!” I was very excited, because I have never learned or experienced of what it would be like to live in a totally different country. Full of mind was thought about how the United States will look like; what is their living environment; how do education works in school. On the other hand, I’m emotional, because I will leave my family. My family gave me lots of love and care while my parents are in America. Immediate leaves them, it was painful for me to accept it. A week later, my uncle informs me about my ticket that’s going to America. I just realize that my uncle silently arrange all of this behind me. I don’t notice why the time is passing so fast. Constantly, in the midnight, I found my grandma in her own secretly …show more content…
This day have attained, we must prepare to set off early in the morning. The streets are quiet and the air is still fresh as before. Our car slowly began to accelerate. After approximately 40 minutes of driving, we are finally arriving to the airport. My uncle is taking me to a side, accountable me since I’m require to be independent, because parents need to go work, don’t have much time can accompany me. My uncle is the strict person in our family. In that moment, I strongly touch his warmth. I never contemplate of my uncle will burst into tears, because of my departure. Time is of the past, from my boarding time draws near. Contemporary scene is the exactly same with television shows. Five minutes left, start pulling luggage, walk with heavy trend. I cannot look back, because I’m fearful to see all of the tears. Nonetheless, I finally receive the courage to look back, my family is still standing in the same position with dismay eyes. I wave back to my lovely family, it is a hurtful
This reunion with his family members evokes powerful emotions,
“What was it like?” I asked, scrambling to keep up with my aunt. She paused, her tall thin frame standing in the doorway. Dishes lay scattered around us. Dinner had ended hours ago, and everybody was upstairs..
As me and my parents got seated on the taxi,the car started
As a teenager moving to a new country with a different culture, different language, and being thousands of miles away from everyone I grew up with was not an easy change, however, that was precisely what I did in January of 2013 when I came to the United States with my father. My whole world changed since, and shaped my way of thinking. From learning English, adjusting to a new culture, experiencing my first snow and finding my way in my new country, my life has been an exciting adventure. My parents brought me to America almost 5 years ago to have a better life, and to get a better education.
In 2009, the U.S. Census gathered that there were over thirty-three million second-generation immigrants living in America. America is a melting pot, and in this melting pot, it isn’t uncommon for these children, myself included, to lose sight of what our lives could be–and the struggles that our parents faced to ensure that we have more opportunities than they had. As I write this essay, I’m stressing over the things any other American high school sophomore faces– grades, social drama and statuses, and my follower count on Twitter and Instagram. These “problems,” if even that, are minute to what others our age face around the world.
The first eight years of my life, I spent in India where I was born. Growing up I was constantly reminded by my parents that I needed to make them proud by getting a good job and living a good lifestyle. They told me this because they did not want to see me live a hard life like they did. When I was nine years old, I moved from India to the United States of America. The reason why I moved to America was not because I was living a bad life in India, it was so that I could have a better education and more opportunities in life.
I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me.
January 11, 2013, I wake up to yelling, prayers, and crying. I walked into the kitchen where all the noises were coming from and I found my mother on the floor crying, talking on the phone with my godmother. My father was there by her side, trying hard not to cry while supporting his wife. I didn’t know what was happening, this was the first time I’ve seen my mom so vulnerable and broken. My parents didn’t tell me anything other than my grandmother was in critical condition at the hospital, but with god's help she would overcome this hard time.
My family is counting on me to help with my mom. Because of all of these reasons, such as death and illness, harsh conditions, and lack of support and supplies, I will be going home and I will be
More than twelve million immigrants will make their first stop in America at Ellis Island Immigration station in the years ahead between 1892 and 1954, at least that's what we read. Who knew a small island in the New York Harbor would become my life saver ? I have waited for this day ever since I was just ten years old. I was thinking about the time when I first heard the news that we would be traveling to America when I was interrupted by a repetitive phrase. “Are you ready, Aria ?”
Moving to America brings great opportunity to an individual and their family. When my parents moved to America, success was within their reach. My parents could purse their education and soon find their career. My mother has always explained why she was so relieved when my grandparents first told her that they were moving to America. My mother knew that her and her family will be free, they would not have to live in poverty anymore.
In 2013 my parents told me we were moving to United States at first I didn't want to come, I had my life already done there I have many friends all my family living near I could go and visit them when I wanted, then I start realizing that it would be a good idea to get to know a different country and other people. When I got here my thoughts were that it was going to be so difficult to get used to a new place, but actually it wasn’t. I went to many parts of the country my favorite was Las Vegas everything was beautiful there. I got to visit my family and go to other states that is one of the things I will never regret for coming to a new country. One of the things that was most difficult for me was to get used to the food it tastes different specially tortillas, cheese, corn, beans and ham but also here the food tastes really good, food that I had never tasted where I live before.
Yet, I noticed a slight glimmer pass through his eyes; a hidden emotion he wasn’t unveiling to me. I decided not to press it. We watched each other in silence. Not long before warning alarms and flashing red lights resonated throughout our metal shuttle. I cleared my throat, “I’m sorry for your loss, but we must hurry.
However, I was still full of happiness because I could not wait to see my parents again after so many
but then they told me to have a safe journey and remember one thing when you go to the states don't ever forget us that's what they told me. I told them that I will never forget them because they were the friends who i grew up with. So I left feeling sad. Tears came down my cheeks I wiped them off and pretended to be normal. When I moved to the the U.S.