Have you ever feel like getting lost in a journey that nobody would travel with you and there are no one can be able to help you out? That what I felt on my first day of school in Grade 9, the first day of school in Canada.
Yes, I was not lucky enough to born in Canada, I was came from China. In my mind, what made China become the best place in the world is its language. Similarly, what made Canada become parts of my lost journey is its language. However, I was not the one would give up on the challenges but the one faces it and get it over because I am carrying the honor of my family.
I was born in a very ordinary family. My grandmother was a farmer, my mother was a farmer, and my father was a farmer. I thought I would become a farmer one day at once, but that wasn’t the life I had dreamed, that should never be the kinds of life I am going to have in this modern time. Through the effort my mother and father put on, they became the first one who moved out of the countryside to the big modern city in China. That wasn’t the end of their journey, they all the way went to Cambodia and working there for over ten years during wars. What they had done for me made my life much more easier. As every happy ending in the child’s fairy tales, I finally came to this world.
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She was my first teacher. She taught me how to eat, taught me how to speak, took care of me, and she would do everything that would make me better. The only thing I could do to repay for her love was studying harder and harder in order to become the best in her eyes, and make more money to repay all the love and care she gave to
Mother Teresa once stated, “Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted are the greatest poverty.” The book, A Chinese Cinderella, an autobiography by Adeline Yen Mah, is a story about an unwanted daughter who tries to overcome these feelings of being unwanted, neglected, abused, and lonely throughout her young lifetime. Adeline wrote this book to share her story of how she transformed her negative circumstances into something she learned from. She realized that her self-worth was determined by her and not by anyone else. Her story is inspiring because she overcame several difficult obstacles in her life, she gave her family reasons to be proud of her, and she spent her whole childhood trying to figure out who she is.
...y knew that in the U.S. children would be able to choose whom they married and which career they wanted to pursue. Each mother had wanted to tell her children the events she had endured but did not feel the children would appreciate the stories for their full value. For many years, the mothers did not tell their daughters their stories until they were sure that their wayward offspring would listen, and by then, it is almost too late to make them understand their heritage that their mothers left behind, long ago, when they left China. The mothers knew their children must be old enough to understand what the meaning of their travels to the United States meant to them. They came to this country with many hopes and dreams, not only for themselves but for the children they would soon raise.
With her courage and tenacity, Min has always been striving for success growing up. She started working at seventeen years old to support her family. In her situation, the necessity of supporting her family is very significant in her life. In Chinese tradition, parents do not expect anything from their sons and daughters, but the sense of respect towards the hard work that Chinese parents do for their kids---it is a must that successful men and women support their parents with their free-will. These people are grateful that their parents gave them existence---creating opportunities for searching ethical
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Before you begin reading the main narrative of my essay, I want to let you in on some details about my life and myself. I was born in Manhattan, New York and when I was about twenty two days old, I boarded a plane with my parents on a journey across the United States to the city of San Francisco, then to the town of Grass Valley. This is where my grandmother and grandfather resided. They had been telling my parents that the city of Manhattan was no place to raise a child and that we should move to California and live with them. Before making this life changing decision of leaving most of their friends and loved ones in New York to come to California, my parents sent me off to live in India with my uncle. Keep in mind, I was about the age of two when this all happened. The opportunity of leaving me with my uncle gave my parents about a year to think things over and pull themselves together, in efforts to properly raise a child in a country that was so
Everywhere around us is our heritage. Our government, language, customs and habits, music, books and a wide variety of scientific inventions are gifts to us from our ancestors who lived in Canada. But, the influence of our heritage has been shaped by the influence of United States and many other nations. The histories of these nations have helped us become the country that it is today. Everyone living in Canada is lucky to have a great country, without many problems. I think, it is not hard to say that everyone is proud Canadian.
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I met her in the autumn right after she had taken a terrible fall going to her mailbox and I was hired by her family as an in home aide. Her name was Jane* and she became a fast friend and provided me with never to be forgotten lessons that cant be taught within the walls of a school. Jane took the time to prove to me that I was worth loving and showed me unconditional love that at the time I couldn’t find. In the end all I have left are a few cherished memories, a pearl necklace, and some of the best lessons in life.
Who I am today and my story all started to form from the day I sat on a plane to the Great White North back on September 16, 2001. My family’s journey to Canada was a rough trip. We were all alone in a new world ready to start all over, with no language skills fitted for the place or a place to stay. Back then it was only; baby me at the age of two, my bigger brother David who was just turning six and my two lovable parents. However, we made it, moving to Toronto, Ontario. We all managed to find our places in the world until we got suggested to move due to legal reasons a place called Saskatchewan, they told us Saskatoon would be a good place due to it being small and friendly, so we did as we were told. Saskatoon turned out to be just as good
She could explain anything to me and I would understand straight away. She helped a lot for my education and always was there to help. My parents knew that she could teach me and show how hard it is these days and how hard I should work. That is why they always made sure I saw her enough but it never was for me.
Born to a long generation of farmers and being a member of the lowest Caste System in Myanmar (formerly known as Burma). Grown up with my grandparents was hard, I remember every morning I always scavenged for food in the dumpsters. Every time that I go the city, I would see people get killed on the street, a young girl of age 13 would get sold for sex, and people used drugs everywhere I go. My view on the world has changed by then, but that’s not the worst event ever to be unfolded in my life.