My Life As An Immigrant

My parents would tell me that in the near future we will be living in America and that here we’ll find peace and success. All the necessary proceedings to start our lives in America were being done. I was a girl with big dreams, and I knew that America is the land were dreams come true, so I was thrilled to know the decision to move was concrete. When the day to depart started getting closer, I was full of mixed emotions. I was eager to live in the States and accomplish my dreams, but the thought of leaving my friends and part of my family behind was very

Hello reader, I’m about to tell you a story of some of my life. I am not normally one to volunteer details about myself, which I’ll remain somewhat reserved or completely leave some events out of this autobiography. Nonetheless, I believe I can still make my story interesting for the reader. I was born 1979, in Tampa, Florida; which, is also the same day my biological father decided to leave my mother and I. My mother isn’t a native Floridian, but had moved there with her family when she was still an infant, and had spent most of her life growing up in Florida. Needless to say, my father leaving was not an exciting time for my mother and I. Although she was employed Jimmy Cater was president and had taken the nation into

“Mom, will I ever be treated as a regular person? When will I be like the others without people look at me in a strange way and make fun of me, when mom? When?” Those were the questions I did to my mom almost every day after getting home from school. Fourteen years ago that my parents brought me to this country offering a better life with better opportunities than where I was born. I was seven years old when came to the United States, but I still remember the happiness I felt when I first step in this country. Throughout the years, I have realize that not everything is easy and simple as I imagined. My parents worked in the fields because of the lack of a social security and not knowing how to speak English. Many Americans do not know how hard it is the life of an immigrant, they should have a consideration for us and not just blame us for the deviance of the United States.

Humanity is ever so much more complicated than one could have ever imagined. Humans can thrive on change, but ultimately look for something to declare as home. In search of this home people travel long distances and risk everything they have. When an American contemplates the word immigrant, one imagines the countless people from Mexico crossing into our country or the refugees that hope to make this country their home. What eludes most of us, however, is the reality that most people were, at one point, immigrants to this country and that our forefathers came here exactly the same as refugees come today. What is brought to mind when I hear the word immigrant is hope and perseverance. I remember the countless people who have traveled here

It is not uncommon to hear one recount their latest family reunion or trip with their cousins, but being a first generation immigrant, I sacrificed the luxury of taking my relatives for granted for the security of building a life in America. My parents, my brother, and I are the only ones in my family who live in the United States, thus a trip to India to visit my extended family after 4 years was an exciting yet overwhelming experience. Throughout the trip, I felt like a stranger in the country where I was born as so many things were unfamiliar, but there were a few places that reminded me of my childhood.

Moving to the United States was a difficult experience for me. At first I felt like I had no family. I only had my daughter and my husband. But things have changed for

Growing up the child of an immigrant has given me a unique perspective on life that a majority of kids my age will never have. In my home, I am surrounded by the Ethiopian culture and language, but when I step across the threshold, I am greeted by a culture foreign to my own. I was challenged with learning two more languages than most kids, Amharic and Tigrinya, which classified me as a student who needed ESL (English Second Language) classes. My mom always said, “Ewedeshalo yenekonjo”, meaning I love you, my beautiful. I was immersed in two different communities, and had the impression of living in two different countries. I was faced with the difficulty of not knowing where I fit in since I am one of a few kids who have this reality. Balancing

On a random Thursday morning in the middle of October, I became an orphan. I have always been independent and mature from a young age, but all that changed on a crisp day in November when I learned what it means to grow up. Something typically marked by a Bat Mitzvah or the acquisition of a driver’s license was, for me, marked by the arrest of my single mother.

They say the winter is a metaphor for solitude; however, my winter was everything but solitary. I longed for Christmas Carols and holiday cheer, instead I got the sound of doors slamming and children fighting. I expected normal; my mom, my dad, and my brother. Instead I received my mom, my dad, my brother, aunt, and three cousins in a sardine packed house.

For the past 18 years of my life I have watched people assiduously walk in and out of my life. Although People coming in and out of your life is a normal thing, There were four people whose departure impacted me the most. To be more specific, my father(s). I have witnessed my mom make several attempts to find the right man would impact both of our lives in a positive way. My mother has been married four times and the same trend continued to repeat, they all left. For a long time I was used to the fact that people coming and going, I would say that i became a realist at a very young age. As i've gotten older I was never able to understand why every single person left, I always thought their reason was me, the typical bratty spoiled kid with

During my senior year of college, I have had the pleasure of interning in the Chatham county district attorney’s office, specifically the office of victim witness assistance. I decided to intern here because I wanted to get a better understanding of the judicial system. I first wanted to intern in the district attorney’s office but after learning that the district attorney’s office only wanted to employ third year law students, my application was then given to Mrs. Haire in the victim-witness assistance office. I began my internship on January 9, 2017, I have worked here Monday through Thursday for sixteen hours a week.

I immigrated to Canada when I was really young. It took time to accommodate, but learning other country’s culture and language were really interesting. From this experience, I know the how valuable it is to travel to different countries. It gives you lots of challenges that you can go through and learn from. Coming to Canada has made me more of an outgoing person than I was before.

In my eyes showing a great deal about the experience of immigrant life in America would be when Americans can start loving one another and stop hating. Being an American is a wonderful thing. We are all free, and we have brave soldiers that fight for us so we can enjoy our lives. Not to mention, we have very beautiful places that could be visited here. However, is the experience of America all that it was before?

After my grandma got sick, we went to visit her in _. after that I heard my dad talking to mom about moving there to be closer to his family. I was hoping my mom would talk him out of it, but when they sat me and my brother down I knew they had made their decision. We were moving. To France. I felt sick to my stomach.

When they took them I saw they brought all of them. When they took us back my dad was already making the plans to go back I heard him tell my mom " vieja ya para cuando te quieres ir para estados unidos". I was glad and sad glad that we were going back but sad we were leaving family behind again.When I went