Personal Narrative: My American Dream

My Beginnings Seven years ago, I put my feet on American soil for the first time, looking for the longed American Dream. I left my country behind ready to embark on a new journey. A journey to a country, which has given me and will continue to give me everything I was unable to achieve in my natal country. This, my second home, has given me the greatest gift of all: freedom. Thus, it has made it possible for me to have a fair chance to reach my goals and chase my dreams. I feel blessed to be part of this society; however, we don’t live in a perfect world. As soon as I saw this new and sophisticated world BAMM! The truth immediately hit me in the face, almost like walking into a brick wall. This journey proved to be full of opportunities but also many arduous challenges. I quickly realized that not everything was a fairy tale and that I needed to adjust to a new way of living, grasp a new culture, and learn a new language. As expected, I didn’t acclimate to my new life very easily. The first year was very unpleasant, I felt excluded in social groups, but most importantly, I felt excluded during classes. It was the hardest year of my inexperienced life. Nonetheless, that didn’t stop

My parents sacrificed everything they had, gambling their own lives to the sea to give me the opportunity to grow up in this blessed nation. Nonetheless, none of it made it any easier to adapt and fight for myself. It seemed like the world was against me. These experiences have always stayed with me, and it’s something nobody will take from me, not even time. It has only made me grow stronger and more eager to go out into the world and fight, not just for me and for my parents, but for everyone that went through the same I did. I want to show people that it doesn’t matter who you are or where you come from, as long as you have a strong will, a goal, and a desire to better