My Life After The United States

Growing up we didn’t have the riches or opportunities that others had but we were jubilance. I never kenned any woefulness because I was protected, like an angel my father guided me. In his eyes I was never wrong, his kindness and word of wisdom made me the young adult I am today. My father wanted to help everyone whether it was finically or emotionally he was there to help. On a rainy day my father was walking me to school when we came upon an eight year boy, he had no jacket or shoes. He was freezing cold, so my father took of his jacket and put in on the little boy shoulders to keep him warm. He asked where his family was only to discover the kid was an orphan. My father took me and the boy back to our house. I was watching my father bathe, clothe, and feed the boy. The boy name was Abdi; he stayed with us and went to school till my father was able to find a good home for him. The kindness that he showed Abdi made me want to help

As a child I faced many difficulties that most children at my age would never face, but in order to understand my story you must first understand my background. I was born in Mexico City, Mexico at the age of four my mom made an incredibly important decision that wouldn’t only affect her, but also me as her son. My mom, Rosalia, made the decision to move out of her country that she had grown up in, and the country that I had begun my life in, in order to move to the United States so that her son could not only be with his mother, but also his father. At that age I didn’t think much of it, but today I sit here and respect the decision that my mom made at that time, and appreciate the amount of courage and strength that it took my mother to make

When I was 14 and my brother was 11 years old my mom got an opportunity to teach in United states of America and she had to leave us for a while I was surprised by hearing the news I was sad and unhappy. Before leaving to America, she promised us that she would return to India. We were so exhilarated as we were going to see and fly to a new country, and I was also euphoric that nobody is there to stop me from doing anything because my dad was really fun loving, caring, and friendly person and my mom was totally opposite she is strict, disciplined person we were very much grateful to our dad he took care of us with lot of patience

With the classes taking up a good amount of money and the rest going to my expenses, my parents had very little to spend on themselves. Luckily, my mom's sisters would send us money for my parent's expenses. In addition, there would never be an ample supply of fresh running water; so at night, we would fill up our tub with water so we could use it the next day. These were the conditions we were living in for a very long time, until one day, there was a breakthrough. All of my dad's classes and hard work has paid off, and he ended up getting a job in Singapore. However, life in Singapore was very enjoyable but at the same time very sad. I was separated from all the younger kids at my school and did not have friends to play with. On the other hand, while in Singapore, my baby brother was born and that was one of the happiest moments of my life. Knowing that I would be an elder brother filled the empty void of not having any friends in Singapore. After a while, we went back to India and my dad started looking for a better

Four years passes by, I find myself fell far from my loving culture and begin spending much more time alone during which my parents work as a manicurist and a driver instructor. Unexpectedly hitting the situation the family used to laughed about, our loving family fell apart and soon become Americanize. Lacking a mentor, I

Moving to the US with my dad, I had to learn to take care of myself and be independent. I had to tell myself that my mom is a thousand miles away and i’m on my own now. I used to cry every night because I was feeling homesick and i miss my mom and siblings so much. I miss the moments in the place I grew up in. I miss all the moments that I had with my siblings, playing and just being kids. I miss the moments where my mom would teach me how to cook and how to do other chores at home. I miss the moments where my mom was just steps away ready to comfort me. Because of this huge transition in my life, I became the person who I am today. I learned how to be independent and be stronger. I learned how to be a bigger person. My first week in the US was quite difficult. I wake up every morning only to realize that i’m in a different place. I cook breakfast for myself everyday, and I felt really lonely because I was just by myself in the kitchen. I feel so alone. Everything in the US was very fast paced and you have to move quickly or you’ll get left behind and you wouldn’t have any progress. On my first day at school, i felt so left out. Everybody were talking to their friends and there I was standing in the corner, not sure what to do. I tried to blend in but it was hard for me because i was scared that they might judge me. However, after a couple more weeks, I finally adjusted to my new lifestyle and met

My family has a huge changes in the time of my junior high cause of some reasons, my dad have to leave me alone to stay in the place even that place was so knowingly. But I'm not enough age to live alone by myself and the important part is I don't want live there without them. He don't want go to other place go for work but he have to because he wants give me a good life in the future. But that time I don't understand why my dad do this and try to ignore him when he talked to me and we don't have a lot time to stay together for a year (the longer days was one month for a year because I'm busy to study and my dad is busy to work). When I lived there for three years my dad told me the truth that why he leave me alone. He wants me grew up quickly

I was born and raised in the wonderful and populous city of Houston. At first I possessed a young and carefree attitude,but slowly my thoughts started to revolve around the real world in different ways. Not always was I able to get the things I desired due to various circumstances, such as not enough money. This started to pave way to my deeper thoughts about the world, and how I wished to become someone who would take care of my parents. Slowly, I started to witness the problems and worries of my parents concerning monetary issues and so forth. My parents always smile brightly and did not show any signs of pain, because they did not want to worry a small child like me.After witnessing some of their occasional pain, this also hurt me and made

When I was just 6 months old, my parents left me with my grandparents in India to pursue the "Indian" American dream. I soon realized I would need to "grow up" quicker since my grandparents were old and couldn't expend all of their energy taking care of me. When I was 11, I was fortunate enough to reunite with my parents. Although I was grateful for this, I wasn't able to fully embrace them. My parents quickly found out I wasn't excited with ordinary kid activities, so they started taking me with them to our gas station in the summers. By going to the gas station with my mom in the morning at 5 AM in the struggling town of Crenshaw, MS, I was able to kindle a strong relationship with my mom and learn valuable life lessons in the process. The first year, I learned how to greet people when they were ready to check out; I noticed there

This story is about my mom when she immigrated to Canada and so, this essay is from her point of view. The one choice that changed my life forever was that our family emigrated from Hong Kong to Canada in 1974. I was only seven years old when my family came to Canada for a job offer but mainly it was for a better life. I had to leave behind many loving family members in Hong Kong. We also left behind our old lives, our home, and our friends. Our journey began when we hopped on a JAL (Japan airlines) jumbo jet on a sixteen-hour flight to Vancouver, British Columbia with a brief stop-over in Tokyo, Japan. Everything looked foreign to us on our arrival. What we hoped in the future was to be able to learn English, to adapt to our

When I was ten years old coming to eleven a drastic change was made in my life where I had to migrate from Haiti to the United States to a whole different country and different environment to not only get a better education but to also have a better and safer life. I came to Orlando Florida at the end of my sixth-grade year where I went to school with no knowledge of the English language or the people except for my mother and father. I first met my father when was sixth years old we spent two weeks together after he left again to go back to work in the united states to work. When I was 8 my mom went to join my dad, so I was living with my uncles and his five children and wife. My whole childhood one of my parents was missing at time and point in my life for the first ten years of my life, it was really difficult because not only my self-esteem got effect but the fact that going through school without no guidance and motivation or explanation with homework even I was living with my uncle he was working but I still manage to pass my exams and my classes.

I am glad that I got the chance to have a father like him. I have always admired him, adored him. He was my role model and still is, I look up to him. He is the best dad in the world ever. I remember some time ago when my parents separated due to some financial issues, I’m not really sure though, but even in these times, my mom left me but my father stayed on my side. He never left me, he was there when I needed both my parents the most. He did everything in his power to keep me happy. I hope I was the son he wanted me to be, I hope I didn’t disappoint him as his son. I will never forget the words he said to me that day, “If you want something, go get it, period”. I remember when he didn’t have a job and we were facing difficult times. I didn’t realise the situation we were in, but now I’ve realised that to get through the night, we had to sleep in a public bathroom in a subway. Well, at that time it seemed like an adventure but now, not as much. But we got through those time together, the times that tried to separate us which did succeed on separating me from my mom. If it wasn’t for him, if he didn’t take that one more step, we would still be sleeping in public bathrooms and I wouldn’t even be here talking to you guys.

For the past two-hundred years or more, immigrants from all over the world whether from Asia to South America have come to the United States of America. In high hopes that they can achieve the “American Dream.” Whatever it may be such as materialistic items such as the “white house with the red picket fence” to getting a higher education in which can lead to better job opportunities. When I was eight years old, my family and I emigrated to the United States from Japan because my parents felt that the educational opportunities in Japan were very limited to women. Due to the fact, that in Japanese culture women had certain expectations to live up to, such as to be obedient to their husbands, arrange marriages to sustain family lineage,

When I was younger my mom forgot about me. I thought to myself how cruel was the world, how can your mom forget about their own child. I also thought my mom don’t really care about me. I never though at an early age I would became independence. Many night thousand of question came to my head, who is going to help me with my homework? How I'm going to survive? I don’t know how to do my own hair? Who’s going to the meeting today after school? Their was to many obstacle on my life because every morning my single mother wake up at 7:00 AM to go the work and must of the time I don’t really see her because she came really late to home. When I wake up every morning I learn something new, one day I learn how to do my hair, the other

Our parents are very hard-working people. Our parents both work day and nights. They embody the “American Dream”. .My father was always hustling and bustling whether it was in the states or overseas. So, he was not as much a part of my brother and I’s childhood as we had hoped. My mother, on the other hand, took the role of dual-parenting and took care of us at home. Though, she was also busy clocking in and out. We made the most of our time together and they were the most memorable moments. At the end of the day, life treated my brother and I really well. With that, our parents could not leave us to fend for ourselves at home alone--me being three years old with a younger brother and all. But,. growing up, my brother and I spent our childhood with one of our close cousin, ‘tina’s, grandmother. She had a special nickname, “Meema”, that everyone knew her by.