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It was a Sunday morning when I woke up by the morning shiver and with the sweet smell of tea filling the room. I woke up with a yawn but still laying down because I was too lazy to get up. I stood up quickly almost losing my balance when why mom yelled my name. “Come down stairs I have good news for you” said mom. I went down stairs I saw my parents drinking green hot tea and watching news on the television. I walk toward the table distracted by the chaos of different loud noises like the news, my brothers watching cartoon, and my sister whining. I greeted my parents, as I passed them I heard someone saying “can’t wait to move” excitedly.” After finishing my delicious breakfast I ask my mom, where are we moving? “We are moving to America” with …show more content…
I was 11 years old and had just left all of my loved ones. Moving to the American was a very difficult decision. It was not long before I realized that I was, different from all the other kids in school. Slowly, I became less confident and more isolated. I knew there were a lot of obstacles ahead of me. There was not only language barrier, but the obstacle of taking care of my sick sister with my family. The reason my family came to United States was because of my sister’s health condition and doctor in Russian couldn’t treat her. When we came to United States we had no relative to help us adjust or show us around. I was six years old when my sister was born by the time she turned 5 years old she had 3 abdominal surgeries. So after a year or so we came here and she got the necessary surgeries. My sister suffered a lot from her condition, ever since she was born. Since then me and parents were in and out of the hospital, with her and my dad always worked hard paying the hospital bills. Meanwhile spending a lot of time in the hospital and seeing all of the children with different illnesses made me curious to know, what was wrong with them, and how they were being treated and cured. The desire to learn more about illnesses and medicine increased over the years by going to my sister’s doctor appointment. My mission in life is to help people with illnesses
I was born in the Dominican Republic, November 2, 1982. I lived and grew up in a countryside where everybody knew each other. My childhood years were full of wonderful experiences where I felt loved by my parents and my family. I went to school around 6 years old. I had to walk around 30 minutes to get there from my house. My father was a farmer who had to work long hours in order to sustain our big family. My mother was a housewife; she was in charge of taking care of us. I have five siblings, three boys and two girls. I remember that at that time we did not have many things in our house. We did not have electricity and also we did not have a service of water. I remembered that my father had to go to the river to get water for the necessities of the house. At that time my family was very poor, but my
I remember the first time I came to America; I was 10 years old. Everything was exciting! From getting into an airplane, to viewing magnificent, huge buildings from a bird’s eye view in the plane. It was truly memorable. After staying few days at my mother’s house, my father and I wanted to see what Dallas looks like. But because my mother was working the whole day, it wasn’t convenient for her to show us the area except only on Sundays. Finally, we went out to the nearby mall with my mother. My father and I were astonished after looking at a variety of stores. But after looking at different stores, we were finally tired and hungry, so we went into McDonald’s. Not being familiar with fast food restaurants, we were curious to try American
One day, my parents talked to my brothers and me about moving to United States. The idea upset me, and I started to think about my life in Mexico. Everything I knew—my friends, family, and school for the past twenty years—was going to change. My father left first to find a decent job, an apartment. It was a great idea because when we arrived to the United States, we didn’t have problems.
The day that I discovered my parents' future plans was one that seemed like a normal day for a twelve-year old. I got up, had my breakfast, and then proceeded to hang around with my friends. Later on that day I went out to play basketball at the school along with my older brother. After we went home, my mom was making dinner and talking to our uncle. After my mom finished the call, she tried to casually approach me and then said in Taiwanese, ?Judy, we are moving i...
Around the month of August of 2008, the bell ranged and I was dismissed from class. Once, I got out of my class, I went to look for my mom’s car. When I stepped onto the car my mom said, “Jose, guess what?” “What,” I said to her. “Your dad and I decided to move to Colorado,” she said to me excitedly. “What in the world is Colorado, ma?” “Oh my God Jose, never mind about that, aren’t you excited that you’re going to be able to live with you dad?” “Yes, of course!” During
As I boarded the plane to move to the United States, the beginning of September 2005, I couldn’t help but think about all that I left behind; My family, my friends, my school, my clothes, and all of the awesome cultural food. Then again, I looked forward to this new life, a new beginning. I imagined it being like life in the movies, where everything seemed easy and life was just beautiful. After all, I was going to the States; the place where most people only dreamt of. I felt very blessed to have this opportunity because I knew that it wasn’t given to everyone. Coming to America marked my coming of age because I left behind my old life, I started life afresh, and I became a much grateful person.
This was back in November 2007, in India. I was 12 years old. I was enjoying my normal life. But I didn’t know that my life will change surprisingly. One day I came home from the school and my parents made decision of moving to the United States. I was totally amazed at that moment. My parents wanted move so that me and my sister can have a better life, education, and opportunity.
In the beginning of September 2005, disappointment and excitement revealed on my face when I boarded the plane to move to the United States of America. The feeling of leaving my families, friends, school, clothes, and culture in Cameroon presented a hardship for me on this journey. Of course, I anticipated this new life because it indicated a fresh start. I envisioned it resembling life in movies, where everything appeared to be simple and life was simply excellent. All things considered, I was heading off to the United States, known for the American dream. To me it meant that everyone is given equal opportunity to prosper, achieve a family, and attain a successful job as long as they are hardworking and determined. I felt exceptionally honored and blessed to have this open door since I realized that it was not provided to everybody. Coming to America denoted my transitioning on the grounds that I deserted my previous lifestyle in Cameroon, began a new chapter in my life once again, and finally became a much grateful individual.
It was a beautiful, sunny day in South Florida. I was six years old, playing by the pool with my new puppy. I loved swimming in the pool almost every day after school. I also enjoyed going out on our boat after school or crossing the street and going to the beach. My father came home one evening with some interesting news. Now, I do not remember exactly how I felt about the news at that time, but it seemed like I did not mind that much. He had announced that we were going to move back to my birth country, Belgium. I had been living in Florida for five years and it was basically all I had known so I did not know what to expect. I had to live with my mom at first, and then my sister would join us after she graduated high school and my father finished settling things. I remember most of my earlier childhood by watching some old videos of me playing by the pool and dancing in the living room. It seemed like life could not get any better. However, I was excited and impatient to experience a new lifestyle. I realized that I could start a whole new life, make new friends and learn a new language. Belgium was not as sunny as South Florida but it has much better food and family oriented activities. Geographic mobility can have many positive effects on younger children, such as learning new languages, being more outgoing, and more family oriented; therefore, parents should not be afraid to move around and experience new cultures.
“No, I don’t want to go!” I cried. I just got the news that my big brother and I were going back to California. When I was around 4 years old, my family and I moved to California from the Philippines. But after four years living in America, my mother sent my big brother and I back to the Philippines. We lived in the Philippines for at least 3 years since we left California.
Growing up in a different country can be quite challenging once you relocate to a different country. For me, coming to the United States was completely different and new. I was born here in Salinas, California but both raised here and in Mexico. At the age of one, I didn’t really know what went on with the world or just life itself, so I had no idea how different the U.S was from Mexico until I grew older. After I was born, my family and I went to live in Mexico to continue our life there. My hardworking parents always wanted my sister and I to have the best in anything. They worked hard to give us what we needed in order to have a decent life. Even though my parents were not born here in the U.S. they didn’t have to go through what most people
As a traditional Native American saying goes, “Certain things catch your eye, but pursue only those that capture the heart.” My heart was captured by pediatrics at an early age. My journey was started growing up in a small town of India with different but significant healthcare needs and limited availability of resources. During the school life, I was always attracted towards human biology. As a young student, I was very curious and used to ask many questions, and my teachers always explained every principle by scientific reasoning and rational thinking. Childhood, after all, is a time when every human begins to construct their concepts of the physical, social, mental and emotional portions of their life. In turn, these perceptions can profoundly
My heart was pounding as I boarded my flight leaving the Bangkok International Airport. A flight attendant in a grey dress with a red bow draped over her shoulder announced; “Welcome aboard flight AA350 to the United States.” My journey began that day.
Have you ever had to leave everything behind and start all over again? It was a day I could never forget. I was just about to leave for school when my Father came up to me and murmured in my ear “ We are moving.” I had been eager to move from Minnesota and I couldn’t believe it I was so enthusiastic that day that I finish all my homework at school.
The last day in our house was completely empty I was walking around looking at the room kitchen in each place I had a great, happy, or a sad memory. Believe it or not I am crying right now while I am typing I missed Syria and Iraq a lot, you can not even imagine how much I miss them. We got in the taxi was looking at all the streets known that I’m not coming back and leaving to an extremely far place. Then we arrived to the U.S it took us three days in the airplane that’s how far it is, we could not rest for a straight three days. So the UN immigrants gave us a house in Oklahoma, they told us that we are allowed to change states if we want. We lived there for few months and we came to California, we thought here would be better than Oklahoma, but there was no difference. I did like both states, they look nice even the schools look amazing. My dad start doing all the papers for school so I can start going to school. In my first day at Grace Davis High School, I was with my mom and dad in the office, I saw a girl was sitting front of the nurse office, she looked sick and upset. I was talking to my mom in Arabic saying mom look at her at that girl, poor her she look sick. She answered us in Arabic no I am not sick, but today is my first day here and I do not speak English. That girl’s name was Falantina since that day