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My Dream Short Story

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M.L.K once said, “ I have a dream….” Now my mom is saying, “ I have a dream to go to America, and make my kids well educated.” Our family does not really have a good education; however, my uncle did go to college. Long before I was born my grandma, her son, and her daughters actually immigrated from Bhutan to Nepal. My family is Nepali, but they just lived in Bhutan. I don’t really know the story, but they had to immigrate from Bhutan, for the government did not like them being there. At least that's what I’ve heard. I guess we are moving for the “American dream”, or to get a better life. Some of my uncles, aunts, and cousins are already in Boston. So it won’t be too bad. In the afternoon (while we packed) we had a conversation about moving: “I can’t wait to get a job,” mom said cheerfully, “and send you guys to a college.” “But aren't you going to miss Nepal?” I asked her with a confused, and a serious face. “We will obviously come and visit Nepal”-she shook her head- “You dummy.” “How about grandma, cousins, and uncle? Aren’t you going to miss them?” my sister questioned mom like she was an interviewer. “They will also come to Boston in like three, or four months,”- she sighed- “Now, no more questions kids.” Later that night I could not go to sleep. I was too worried about moving to Boston. Starting a new life won’t be easy because making new friends in a place where there are kids from different countries, and I don’t even know English good

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