Personal Narrative: From Immigrant To US

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My life was no crystal stair for me nor strange path to walk on. My life always goes up and down till now. When I was four years my dad get very sick due to the hard work. That struggle moment make me feel like I’ve left out alone in the darkness also to my mom too.There are a war between burma and karen people.it’s just like ice and fire were fight against each other. Many peoples are dying and some are service.the people that are dying left the scare to their family are like a nail or knife stuck in their heart because of the lost of their love one.Life was tough to live in thailand but we live each day with happiness for about 5 to 6 years than immigrated to U.S. Immigrated to U.S for the first two or three years life was hard and

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