Personal Narrative: The Dream Of A Better Life

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I am the first child of two admirable individuals, who had dreamed of a better life for me than that one of their own. Throughout my life I have experienced drastic changes that have brought me to overcome tempest situations. However I stand strong today, for my beginning will be worth my ending.
At the age of four, I moved to the place that has given me hardships, hard work and most importantly opportunity… A week after my arrival to Laredo, I was registered at a new school, had a different routine and lived in a different neighborhood with a completely distinct environment and culture. The first day of school I entered my classroom with an optimistic attitude; eager to learn and make new friends. However, it was a grueling transition; I did not comprehend nor speak the English language. When everyone would speak I felt awfully confused; when I attempted to converse with my classmates it was useless. All I obtained was tyrannized treatment. I sat in a corner of the classroom. From there I could see how everyone signaled me out and giggled. My classmates would look at me in an ugly discriminating manner. There were times I could …show more content…

My Father was forced to work in construction due to our situation. He would get home very late, his clothes all dirty, his face extremely sunburned, and as time went by, his hands became rougher. Who could possibly have the cold heart to see their father work so hard and be indifferent to it? It hurt me to see him drained and exhausted. My Father did what he had to support me; he provided me with the opportunity to make someone out of myself. I strived day by day to make my Father proud. I wanted him to feel his efforts were not in vain. I stopped caring about the looks, the comments, the opinions of the world. I began caring for my goals. I determined my purpose. I knew where I wanted to go in life and what I had to do get there. My biggest desire was for my parents to see me obtain a

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