My Roots Essay

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History is our root we have to know where we are from to know where we are going. My roots originate from a country of primal eras with approximately 3 million people, in a small town of old villas, narrow streets paved with cobblestone, and the surrounding bare mountains. It can be said I lived at the heart of Europe, but life there was quite different. At 11 years old, when communist rule ended, the quality of life in the country was poor. It was filled with government corruption, powerful organized crime, outdated infrastructure; poor education, economy, and health care; and lack of energy, food, and water.
On a one hot and sweaty afternoon, my father had finished his daily shift of delivering medications to our town. We had decided to wash the delivery van, as my grandmother and the …show more content…

Unexpectedly, the mailman arrived carrying a handbag filled with mail. He quickly walked inside and blurted out to my grandmother who stood in front of him “I have great news”. He opened his handbag and out he took a large envelope with the words Embassy of United States printed on it. He handed it to my grandmother as we eagerly gathered around her. She opened the envelope and began to read to herself. Tears began to run down her cheeks as she found the strength and was able to adapt, overcome at the news, and quickly had made her decision in her mind. Her words came out with confidence “You have won the lottery” she said it to my parents. The message sunk into my chest: We were going to immigrate to America, and this was our ticket to another life. My father reluctant and in disbelief of the news was speechless. After a moment he spoke and said to his mother “We don’t want to leave and leave you behind”. For my grandmother was assertive she reminded him “Son, I want you to know among all that my eyes have seen and the struggles that my

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