I Want To Immigrate To The United States

It has been 11 years since we have arrived to Los Angeles, California. I can still remember the feeling of when my father had said to us that he we would be moving to a far place to try to find better jobs for my mother and him because with the two jobs my father had and the washing and ironing of other peoples clothes my mom did was not bringing enough money to support my sisters and me and did they wanted to provide a better life for my sisters and me. Mexico was such a poor country that my parents could not see themselves make enough money to support my sisters and me, let alone see us get a better education. So my parents decide to migrate to the United States with one of my mother’s brother. We arrived in Los Angeles, California on

Being a daughter of immigrant parents has never been easy here in America. Both my parents worked excessively hard to be financially stable. Unfortunately at the age of ten my life changed. I learned that my parents no longer loved each other. The arguing and fighting my parents had, only damaged me emotionally. I was too young to grasp the idea that my parents were separating which become one of the hardest times for my mom to maintain my siblings and I. Shortly after, I began attending church and fell in love with the idea of getting closer to God. Luckily, my life took an enormous turn the moment I gave my life to Christ. God has opened numerous opportunities for my education. I am proud of all the accomplishments I have achieved in high

I wrote this book because I been thru it and to let immigrates know they are not alone. it's not easy,it's hard but it's worth it.I am half of America and half of Syrian.Mysource is my life.Everyday people leave their country to move to another country and if they read this book, they remember their country and when I came to America I try to find books that share same feeling.Leaving something or someone is hard, when you truly love someone and they break up with you, you will remember them, they always in your mind.tears will fill your eyes everytime you go bald. home is place we all belong there , is not about how expensive the home is or how money you have or how pretty you are.”I felt a pang -- a strange and inexplicable pang that I had

My parents immigrated to the United States at a very young age. Having no higher education than elementary school, the only jobs they could find were working in the orchards. They would pick and thin apples during the summers, and prune trees during the cold winters. As soon as I was of working age, I would go out into the fields with them from early sunrise until the intense heat scorched our necks and faces. At a young age, I learned the harsh reality of what the daily life of an immigrant is. The long hours of hard work in the unforgiving heat of the sun; all for the low wages they were paid. These experiences in the orchard instilled in me a sense of drive to further my education and work hard to help families that were at a disadvantage as

I grew up in a small town in the state of Michoacan, Mexico until a few weeks after my seventh birthday. In 2001, after six years since my father petitioned to have us come to the United States with him and finally he had received a letter from U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services that his request had been approved. Being of that age, I was my mother’s companion everywhere, however, all I could grasp from those conversations was that we were going to the United States. I don 't think any of us knew what this meant or to what extent this would change our lives, not even my parents whom I thought knew it all.

As the plane slowly landed on the airport terminal in Washington D.C., my parents held their excitement. After the long fight of waiting on the list and doing all the immigration paperwork, they awed that they finally arrived here in the United States, the land of opportunity and freedom. My parents immigrated to the United States from Vietnam. They hoped to seek a better future for themselves and for future generations. When I was a young child, my parents put in many grueling hours of work to support our family. My mother worked as a waitress and a cashier at a Chinese restaurant while my father worked at a steel factory where he assembled parts for furniture. They both worked for minimum wages which made it more difficult to have extra money to enjoy and relax. As our family lived here in the United States, my parents received some harsh judgements and critiques from American citizens. My mother got some feedback for her limited English skills, and she got taunted for that. My father openly practiced his cultural beliefs which differed from American traditional values and customs. He prayed and meditated to his God with his special incense. This behavior received some backlash from others in his workplace. As we continued to live here in the United States, immigrants widespread such like my parents have received negative judgements and misconceptions from Americans. The topic of immigration has became more controversial due to border patrol issues and illegal immigration

Immigrating to the United States from Belarus at a young age has helped me becoming the person I am today. When my family and I moved , none of us could speak a word of English other then yes , no , hello. We started living with my aunt who had recently moved a year ago, and from there my mother did everything she could to create the better life we moved here for.

Immigrating to America during the mid-1800s to the early-1900s was a very difficult and important change to an immigrant's life. Immigrants came to America because of political and religious issues, economic opportunities from the Great Plains, and employment. These reasons are called pull factors, these encouraged many immigrants from different countries to leave their homeland and travel to America. Immigrants also believed in the American Dream. The American Dream has many meanings, for the immigrants they believed that this was a pursuit of big opportunities and living a stable life. Immigrants also had terrible issues back at their homeland which gave them the motive to leave, these are called push factors. Some push factors were poverty,

If you are European and you come to America, you would be called a immigrant. The act of Immigration has been a thing for thousands of years. People from America going to Canada, people from mexico going to America. It will be a thing for a long time in the future too. People immigrate to other countries for a better life, or to have a new start.

I have waited eight years to be with my father again. I was ten years old when he had to leave. He figured his salary was not sufficient to support our needs. Like any other father, he wanted to be able to provide for his family and give us a decent life. Living in the Philippines, where poverty is a common predicament, moving to a more developed country became the norm for many fathers. He had no other choice but to take the risk and leave us behind as he left in search for work in Hawaii. Growing up, I would ask my father why he had to leave us behind. Why couldn’t he just stay and be with us? I never really got the answer until I was able to experience the opportunities offered in the United States. After eight long years, my father was finally able to take my brother and I here to the United States. However, in this joyful moment, I know we are about to face another obstacle. We had to be away from my mother. I don’t know how long I would be away from her. But, life has to go on. Great opportunities are more accessible here, in the United States and I know I have to make the most out of it.

I am a veteran, I served the United States Air Force for 14 great and honorable years. I was a combat medic and I loved my job to the fullest. Now, the only thing people see after an interview that I am qualified for, is that I have a felony conviction. I take responsibility for what I did and I regret hurting anyone. For 14 years I helped heal people, not hurt them. I want to tell you a brief overview about my life because I want to ask for a Governors pardon or an exoneration.

I immigrate in summer time in July 24th 1986, because at that time I can move from Poland as a teacher, just for vacation.

I’m an immigrant. I was born in Mexico and it was only until my parents decided to come to the United States that I am where I am. My mother tried to cross the border to come to the United States for the first time when I was still in her womb all by herself as my father was already in the Unites States working in order to provide for her in the way that he wasn’t able to do so by staying in Mexico. My mother was caught by immigration and was sent back. My mother was very disappointed because she knew that if she didn’t get me to the United States some way or another I wouldn’t get very far in life by staying in Mexico. My father returned back to Mexico when I was born and it wasn’t until I was 4 years old that they decided to try to cross the border once again. Although I was only 4 years old I remember the whole experience as if it was yesterday. The amount of fear of getting caught by immigration and having done everything for nothing was always in the back of my mind while going through the whole experience. Up to this day nothing has ever been as terrifying and nerve-wrecking as having to go through that whole experience especially for a 4 year old child but I will forever be grateful for the bravery and strength that my parents had to gather in

My father worked tirelessly, as a political advocate, to negotiate repatriations for all countrymen while my mother volunteered in the camp management committee. Due to limited time my parents had available, my older siblings shared the burden of providing me with an education, but my options for continued education after high school ended as they were too expensive for my siblings to sponsor me. In 2010, we received new hope.

How often do you think about what you're thankful for in your life? I know I usually take things for granted, than I think to myself that there are way more problems in this world to be worried about. Where I’m from in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, I think I have it pretty lucky; but for others, a lot are unfortunate. I am Malala is a book I read about a brave hero who almost lost her life on Oct. 9th, 2012 fighting for women's education. Malala and her family found out that a group of Taliban had issued a death threat against her because of her activism. They weren’t that worried though, because they didn’t think they would hurt a child. Malala was traveling home from school on the bus, when a masked gunman boarded the bus and demanded to