The Immigrant: A Short Story

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.

I was born on january/31/1919 in Vietnam and immigrated to France. In 1942 I was studying at the university in Nice, where I met a fellow student, Jadwiga Alfabet, a Jewish refugee from Poland. In the summer of 1942 the French police began arresting Jews with foreign nationality. In September 1943 the Germans occupied Nice and all the Italian controlled zones and we were in danger of deportation. I decided to hide not only my wife, but also her relatives. In November 1943 I took a train with a few of my wife's relatives to get them in touch with a smuggler who could take them to Switzerland, I made this trip several

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

Film’s unique visual and narrative properties in “The Immigrant” aid in critiquing the popularly held “American Dream”. The dream stated that anyone, even foreigners, could achieve financial/personal success in America if they worked hard, but Chaplin believes this is not completely true. Narrative qualities of film in “The Immigrant” present concrete stories and characters that visually demonstrate the hardships, mistreatment, and luck involved in the misunderstood “American Dream”. The exaggerated rockiness of the ship and the implied death of the female character’s mother showed viewers that traveling to America is not as glamorous as the American Dream makes it out to be. When immigrants finally

With the settlement of first immagrants to America, this has been the phrase in which they preach. I seemed to those from an outside perspective of America, that this was the place to be. This was no exception for my grandfather. His valuable lessons of dedication, persistence and passion have shaped me into the person that I have become.

To accomplish the task of writing this Immigrant paper, I interviewed four individuals that immigrated here to the United States. I found one person who immigrated from china, one from Jamaica, and two from Italy. I found there to be quite a difference in each of the characters, especially from china to Italy.

     It started like any other day up on the hills of Rhein, but that day had the scent of freedom floating in the air. The journey ahead of me had been teasing me for weeks, I was just so anxious to get away and start all over again. I had made certain arrangements before I left, our family dog was not allowed on the ship that we were going to be arriving in America, so I had my parents take care of the dog for us. It was a hard thing to do seeing that the dog had become more than just a pet to the children and I, for we almost would recognize him as a family member. Most of our possessions we were able to keep with us, but we had to keep the load light since it was going to be a tight stay in the steerage. I

“Tell me the moment she feels any pain!” Dr. Cueto shouted. I relayed the message in Thai to

Coming into class and encountering the immigrant experience made me extremely nervous because I did not know what to expect. When you began speaking and conducting the class entirely in Spanish, I was confused as ever. Even after taking three years of Spanish in high school, I felt as if I was unprepared because I do not know or understand much of the language. I laughed inside hearing you speak a foreign language, thinking that I may have misread the course description when signing up for classes. I feel my experience in class can be used as a snippet to what an actual immigrant may have to face in an everyday life. I say this because they are around people they do not know and hearing a language that is foreign to their own. I believe that everyone feels a little unprepared and confused when put into a new situation, which is probably how immigrants feel entering into the United States. I like how you used this approach when

I am Martin Gutierrez a retire veteran that was with United States Marine Corps who recently got done doing 10years. I got out from the military on March 10, 2017. I am not going to tell you my whole life story about me because this is not about my life but about me trying to buy a residential apartment in Chicago area around Humboldt park. I have a friend his name is Pedro. He is in charge of the apartment building and want to sell it for $500,000 to me but I don't have great credit score due I have paid off car loan which I had for almost 3 years and decide to pay it off completely to be able to relief some of my debt ratio so I can be able to afford purchase a house at the time. When I have paid off my car note my credit score drop from

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.

Vo: What made them leave their homes? …. What made them choose this country? .... What new lives are they building in the United States?

My father just kept on walking. “Don’t worry. We are friends of Sasquatch. I’ll introduce you the next time he comes to dinner. In the mean time, you should consider him family.”

Once upon a time, in a far away land, lived a young princess named Aimee. Every year on her birthday she went on a trip to the neighboring kingdom to celebrate her birthday with king Henry and his friends. She would travel with her servant Sheila and two guards for three long days on carriage crossing Flor the evil witch's forest. Flor had grown up with the princess and were great friends before Flor stole the princess’s diamond necklace and was kicked out of the kingdom. Every time before the princess made the journey she would go to Noemi the spell caster to cast a spell on the evil witch to cross the forest in peace. The spell put Flor, the evil witch, into a deep sleep that lasted three days every time she woke up, she wouldn't remember the princess had crossed her forest until she was back