Personal Narrative: Moving To The United States

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Separated from my mother for eight years. When I moved to America, every day I missed her so much and growing without her was challenging. I know she’s a great mother. She was born in the Philippines in 1971. She graduated from college with a degree in midwifery. My parents had a comfortable life but they wanted some better opportunities for us four kids. So my parents decided to move to the United States. My father, my little sister, and I moved to America first. He became a United States citizen on 2013. The transition for us was smooth as my little sister and I had previously learned some English in the Philippines at a private school. While we began to set up our lives in Rhode Island, my mother and my two younger siblings waited back

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