Personal Narrative: My Integration With American Culture

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I was born in a refugee camp in Ethiopia, at the age of six i lost my father. and my mother had to become both of my parents. eventually we end up coming to the united states in 2005, where it was very difficult to adjust to but me and my family came along way to be better of the community and to integrate with the American culture while staying true to our culture. During my undergraduate years in college i had to work 40 plus hours a week to help out my mother pay the bills and keep roof on top of my siblings. I came close to dropping out of school several times during those difficult times, but eventually i ended up finishing school. in my last semester of college my mother , the only person who i had as role model was shot 7 times while

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