Personal Narrative: My Refugee Life

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I came to the United States seven years ago as a Refugee from Nepal in exploration of freedom, joy, and identity but mainly for a superior education. Living a refugee life was very tough for my family and I. We lived in a house made up of bamboo and plastic without electricity provided. We would use candles for light. It used to be so hot during summer and our roof would leak when it rained. There was not a single day that I remember when we actually could sleep peacefully. My father and mother earned very less to feed us. Even if they were educated, they weren’t allowed to go out of the camp and earn good money. My parents had given up on their life but they were very concerned about me and my sibling’s happiness and most importantly …show more content…

On the first day of the school, I was thrilled, excited, not knowing what the school meant, how to hold pencil, start the alphabetical letters but when the teacher came in the class, the very first thing I learn to say was "good morning teacher". The teacher then taught me how to hold the pencil correctly and draw lines back and forth, after I could hold the pencil well, than I started to learn my alphabets. I was happy because I knew to learn and write. As the days passed by I grew up and started to learn more about English, Mathematics and all the other subjects. Now as I had grown up, I literally had understood that every student must have a goal to be something in the future, likewise my teachers even were concerned to know the students future goals. So when I was asked about my goal, my immediate response would always be "to become a nurse". I want to become nurse because I want to be able do something to help people who are in need of a good health care. It's not easy to become a nurse; it comes with a lot of responsibilities and hard work. So, I determined and put all my efforts in the class, took extracurricular activities which is must for my academic courses to reach my goal. I started to take part in dancing, sports, singing and other different parts in different activities. Though it was a challenging one to me back in Nepal because my family was going through financial

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