Immigrant short story Essay

and he was. “The first winter we were here, the local village came down with a terrible fever and people began to die. Their medicine man was the first to succumb to the sickness. They were disparate and came to us looking for help.” I had heard stories of how

My grandmother immigrated in the United States in 1990. She was already in her 60s when she came here. She stayed in Boston, Massachusetts with my grandfather who was a World War II veteran. My grandfather got his healthcare access, at that time, at the Veterans Affair and Medicare since he was part of the Air Force. My grandfather put my grandmother under his beneficiary, so as a dependent, my grandmother got his health benefits. My grandmother waited a year to fully access her legal residency here

As a child I witnessed my parents work hard all day, so hard that my father developed pains in his back, for our family business and simultaneously struggle to buy me clothes as I grew out of them. I was a joke for to the kids from the nicer neighborhoods dressed in new outfits because mine were held together with patches.My family’s business began getting less customers every week after a bigger business was opened, and eventually we went out of business.It wasn’t fair that across town they were

In the mid-1800s, our country was known as the poorest in the Western World. That meant that we had very few money, so we had to live in a cabin, where we slept in straws on the bare ground and we shared the place with the family's pigs and chickens. Then the blight stroke Ireland and everything diversify. Mother told me that this atrocity all happened because of the cargo holds of ships that were brought ashore. I just don’t comprehend why they would do this to us. Since their arrival, the blight

Having growing up in West Texas surrounded by so many people whose stories trace them back to Mexico, the topic of immigration is one with which I am very familiar. Furthermore, as a first generation Mexican-American, the son and grandson of immigrants, immigration is one of the most important issues in my life. The immigrant story is my story. During the 2016 presidential campaign, many politicians, specifically Republican Party frontrunner Donald Trump, have made the issue of immigration vital

It was in the year of 1999, I was walking on the street when I found a little homeless boy he was covered in dirt and was holding a sign reading “Please Donate”. I walked up to him and asked what his name was, he said John and I told him that my name was Robert. I took him to my house to take care of him, I gave him a mattress and sleep on and some food to eat. I asked him how old he was, he said “I am nine years old”. I told him I will let him live with me until he could afford a house. Tomorrow

When I arrived home, nobody was there. The street was still as a statue. I was too scared to even think about what could’ve happened to my parents. I hid in the basement for four and a half hours while I prayed my family was still alive. Sitting there waiting seemed like it lasted an eternity. I was curious what was going on. I walked upstairs only to see the house completely ransacked. I heard nothing though I knew they had been here, but they didn’t find me. I had been able to survive the invasion

Well, today is the day! After two years of me wiping tears and sheltering hearts, my soldiers get the opportunity to be in the presence of their father (cue fireworks and marching band). YAY (hint of sarcasm)! For me though, this is a time filled with mixed emotions. This is a day, I'm almost certain, that many single parents who lack the physical presence of the other low-keyed parent will cringe at. I see the sheer excitement, via Skype from America, as they give me a day by day countdown. Seeing

“The name is Ryan but the guys call me “Rock”. I was born in Galveston Texas in 1985. I am Currently stationed at the Army Base in Fort Knox, Kentucky. I recently got engaged to my beautiful fiance Lillian, she's the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. I haven’t yet told her but here in the next two days I’m back on the plane to Iraq. Tonight we’ll go to dinner and I’ll tell her the news that’s not good news. There’s no telling how long I’ll be gone anywhere from six month to maybe even

There I was sleeping wonderfully one summer morning, and then all of a sudden I heard the never-ending sound of a lawnmower right outside of my window. As I was walking into the kitchen barely awake with nothing but my boxers on I heard the lawnmower come to a sudden stop and my granddad comes in and says to me “come help me boy” in his thick Vietnamese accent. Somewhat annoyed, I threw on some clothes and went outside only to discover that he wanted me to cut the front yard. Unfortunately I couldn’t