Lessons From My Obstacles Analysis

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Lessons from my Obstacles Culture difference causes many difficulties to Refugees in the United States. It seems like living with a stepmother is one of the common things that happened to many of teenagers in the United States. Most of the American parents were educated well, but many of the Refugees are not educated well especially for parenting. In the other word, living with a stepmother was not an easy life for me. The pains that I went through were unbearable. My mother passed away in Burma at the year of 2010. I live with my step siblings, my stepmother and my dad here in America. During that time, I didn't have any close relationship with my stepmother. She didn't treat me right. She treated me differently from her children. She would use phrases like “ dog girl”, “stupid”, “You are nothing”, “useless”, and “there's nothing that you are good at ” to called me. Whenever I did something unpleasant to her, she would tell on me to my father. Because she would yelled at us every day including my step siblings, I acquired heart attack that would affect me until today. Whenever I hear someone yelling, I would be …show more content…

“I would rather kill myself than to live in this house” were my everyday thoughts. I cried myself to sleep every night, hoping and praying to God that one day things will only get better. I missed my mother so much. I always wished to be with her. Even when I arrived here in America, I couldn't believe the thought that my mother left me here in this loneliness world. I knew that I lived in America with my family, but I never felt like they were really my family because they never support me in my education. I thought that everything that happened that caused problems at my house were because of me. I blamed myself even when it was not my fault. I would tell myself that all this things happened because of my existence in the

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