The Immigrant: A Narrative Of My Life

Welcome. A single word on the carpet by the door greets me whenever I come home. There had been times where that one word made my heart beat and cry with joy. But not now, for many things changed through the years. Now when I look at this carpet, I instead question back: ‘Do you really mean that?’

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.

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.

“He wanted to help. He was a leader and he wanted to help and combat injustice,” she said.

The purpose for writing this narrative is to demonstrate the things that influenced me in the past to become the person who I am today. Adapting to a new culture and struggling in academics is not something I only experienced. There are many immigrant students that give up school because they can not adapt the academic challenges or the differences in the school culture. My story can be inspiring to many young immigrant students to strive for success. I went to diverse high school where immigrants are a significant portion of the student body. One of my 10th grade friend had dropped out of school simply because the subjects were too challenging for him and his perception of being a student and an immigrant. He used to think immigrant students

On 06/20/17, at 3:08pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 2645 Travis Road on a dog being held, no known owner. I arrived at the location and met with complainant. Complainant is a leasing agent for the above listed property. Complainant had the dog in the back of an abandoned apartment (fence in patio). The complainant took me to the location the dog was being held, I impounded the dog and placed a white terrier mix in my vehicle. The terrier had no identifying tags to indicate ownership. I transported the dog to Franklin County Animal Shelter (FCACC). Dog owner John Allen Jr redeemed the dog on 06/21/17. Mr. Allen did not show proof of dog license or vaccinate for his dog name Mabelline. I issued Mr. Allen violations

I do not consider myself nor my family to be any form of the word immigrant. An immigrant is a person who comes to live permanently in a foreign country. I would modify the definition and interpolate the word “voluntarily” into the definition. Furthermore, in accordance with the directives of this assignment, I will explain what family history I am aware of to the best of my ability.

One identifier that has shaped me into the person I am is being a military brat. My father is a military officer for the USMC and his job has greatly affected my life. Since I was born, my family has moved seven times and I have lived in six different states and in Okinawa, Japan. Throughout my life, I have gone through many changes and been challenged in many ways. Theses events have made me stronger as a person. This has not only change my life; it has changed who I am.

Let me just start off by saying that while stigma about immigrants may lead people to believe that they all have the same story or entered a country the same way, this is not true, we all have our own stories just like everyone else. People do not realize that if people are willing to leave behind everything they’ve ever known in the hope of finding a better life, they are essentially walking the path of the American Dream, the same path the founders of this Nation walked (Sailed, irrelevant to my point). Relations between people of different “races” seem to be fickle, at one point people may get along and then suddenly things change for seemingly no reason. Some may attribute this to life being change, yet there are no moral positives to

“You did the best you could, given the circumstances. Uniting the Federation, under your leadership; giving hope to tribes across the world.”

“I had a revelation last night. I struggled this week trying to figure out what to say. I know the types of books I like, I knew what my goals were, but I never realized the true impact my reading had on what I wanted to become. I read about history to learn about past societies and how they function to find the best way to run the country when I become president.”

“Now that I’m here. I realize just how naive I was when I first came here. I mean I cared more about my appearance, the perfect life with a husband, 3 kids, a house with white picket fence and all that. Now, I could care less about those things. I want to explore the world, fight in the war, and find myself. Right now, you guys might think it’s funny but this war and helping you guys fight in it. It makes me feel like I control my life. I’m finally happy.” I smiled and laughed.

“You were born without a home to call your own so you built one out of hope and courage. They can’t break you, O."

Gabriel frowned, turning so he could look her in the eyes. “What are you talking about?”