Personal Narrative Essay: My Family: Coming To America's Life

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My family is originally from Kenya; it is the country located in the East of the African continent that borders the Indian Ocean. Kenya has diversity in its natural beauty with visitors getting the opportunity to visit clean unpolluted beaches, breath taking mountains, beautiful forests, serene lakes, scenic wilderness and even some harsh semi desert areas. I migrated to USA through an opportunity my dad winning green card this day I will never forget. I remember it was January 17 year 2000. When my dad came home earlier than usual, this was odd for him, he used to work in the coffee factory so he would live home in the morning dawn and arrive late in the evening. This particular day he came home with a great smile, holding a white envelope. Me and other sibling we were just playing outside while mum was preparing supper. He greeted us and he proceeded to the kitchen, this was very awkward because he normally he passes by the Cowshed and spend a few minutes admiring them. I really didn’t think too much about it, we continue playing with my brother. Shortly could …show more content…

At the beginning it was hard to differentiate houses they looked pretty much the same .I could only walk short distances to avoid being lost and able to track myself back. My accent was very deep most of the time i had to repeat myself making a statement. Yet my identity coexisted within me at the beginning everyone was feeling stuck in there was still a long process to jump through. All along my family remained in oneness, we joined schools my parent got jobs in warmart to be able support us. Our Parents encouraged us to mix freely with other peers of other races and religions and remain humble. Now all we are stable and able self-support we have been able to progress successfully have persevered obstacles that have come along our

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