Why I Chose To Move To The United States

On September 4, 1999, I was born in Victoria Jubilee hospital in Kingston, Jamaica. My family comes from the inner city of a country that is poverty stricken, politically corrupt, with an excessive murder rate. Despite the many flaws, I was taught to love my culture and respect others. My family came to America to have a better opportunity in life.

It can be very challenging to move away from the country you grew up in. Recalling all those moments of laughter, excitement, and adventure can only make one more and more depressed. I was born in Port-Au -Prince, which is the capital of Haiti and raised in Gonaives. I spend most of my early childhood in Haiti. I only knew my native language, food, music, and history. I was only familiar with my native holidays and celebration. Therefore, the day my mother came to me and told me I had been awarded my resident card, and we had to move to America. My life changed forever.

It was a beautiful, sunny day in South Florida. I was six years old, playing by the pool with my new puppy. I loved swimming in the pool almost every day after school. I also enjoyed going out on our boat after school or crossing the street and going to the beach. My father came home one evening with some interesting news. Now, I do not remember exactly how I felt about the news at that time, but it seemed like I did not mind that much. He had announced that we were going to move back to my birth country, Belgium. I had been living in Florida for five years and it was basically all I had known so I did not know what to expect. I had to live with my mom at first, and then my sister would join us after she graduated high school and my father

My story is about the first day in America. My dad told us that we are going to America after 1 week, I was so happy . When we got on the airplane it was as packed as a stadium full of football fans. .So we get there and, it was as cold as Antarctica we did not know that it would be that cold. We came on November, 2014. It’s was very cold when we came. In Yeman it’s very hot, we usually don’t stay at the house. In here we have to stay in the house we go outside when my dad is here, most the time he work .

Every American citizen has a responsibility weather that be paying taxes, voting in elections, serving on a jury, or simply obeying laws. I believe being an American citizen is more than just paying taxes, obeying laws and serving on juries. For me being an American citizen is about honoring and remembering those who made the ultimate sacrifice. John Thune a Republican representative once said,” I believe our flag is more than just cloth and ink. It is a universally recognized symbol that stands for liberty, and freedom. It is the history of our nation, and it’s marked by the blood of those who died defending it.” I personally believe that my responsibility to America is to serve, protect, preserve our nation for future generations, and to honor those who have paid the ultimate price for our freedom. I wish to serve God, our country, and to people who

I have led a very unusual existence during my eighteen years of life. In these brief paragraphs, I will introduce myself and what I feel has shaped my unique personality, personal ideals and aspirations.

For me, coming to the America is one of my great decisions which I’ve made in my life. In Vietnam, I lived happily with my mother and my brother for 25 years. However, for my brighter future, I had to leave my beloved family to come to the U.S. to join my father and continue to study. Everythings has changed. I have to overcome my obstacles such as new environment and language barrier to adapt new life in the U.S. Thanks to my father, he gave me useful advice to live and study.

The day my parents saw the necessary to return to the United States to learn the English language, I couldn’t believe that this was happening, I really thought I was having a nightmare. I did not want to live in the United States. At the end, I noticed that I didn’t have a choice that I had to go. When I got to the United States, I started cry because I was super scared, for me this was like starting a new life. It was summer, there were only two weeks left for school to start. My mom went to the closest middle school to register me. Unfortunately, my first day of school come it was Washington middle school. When I got to school, I was very nervous, I didn’t know where to go or what to do, and I remember my first class was algebra with Mr. Magallanes. I had already 20 minutes trying to find my class,

I agree that moving isn’t a stressful thing, at least for me. I would call it exciting. I am 25 and have already moved 4 times starting from 20 years old when I moved to USA. And after I had moved to the country I changed places of residence 3 times, 2 of them were interstate moving.

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At the age of six, I, along with my sister, mother, and father, all lived in a small, overcrowded village near the Nile River in Southern Egypt. It was a sunny tuesday when I came home from school to find my pregnant mother smiling. After asking my mother why she was so happy, she proceeded to tell me that she had entered us into contest. When I heard contest, I immediately thought the prize would be money but I was erroneous. She told me if we win, we would go to America. She said it in such an astonished tone, as if it were a dream of hers that would never come true. She then sighed and turned her attention back to the kitchen. I didn't give it much though after that as I was six and didn't really understand what had just happened.

In 2010 my dad, sister, and I moved to America. I did not wanted to leave. My sister told me that everything was going to be okay and that I was going to a better school. All I wanted to do was to stay and play with my cousins and help my mom with my little brother. I was very angry with my dad because he was forcing me

When I was told that you were giving me one million dollars to donate to three charities of my choice, I was honored and surprised. Lately, in America you only see greed. If someone had one million dollars, they would keep it for themselves. You helped me see that there could still be kindness in America. This was very smart of you to realize that America needs help. Usually people only see the good parts in America, but you saw the bad, and want to help. If you look at the underside of America, there is child labor, poverty, unsafe food factories, and women's suffrage. Not everyone in America is making it. Average earnings for American workers are less than $500 a year (BGE). We have gotten some help from muckrakers when they exposed the situation. However, we now need to come together and help get the underside of America fixed. It was pretty tough to choose which organizations to donate to, but after careful consideration, I feel that I have made the three choices that will help America the most.

Mom walked out of the room, as she was heading back down the stairs she began to cry. I thought to myself for a long time about moving to Mexico, I didn't want to but I knew that it would be good to go so my Mom could finish school cause deep down I know she is doing it for me.

It all started one day when I came home from school. I moseyed upstairs to my bedroom to change out of my school clothes. I heard a voice echoing from downstairs calling my name, it was my dad yelling for me. I bolted downstairs to see what he wanted. I ambled to the living room to see my whole family sitting together. I asked what was going on and no one answered. My mother tells me to sit down, we have to talk to you and your brother. I had so many questions, we had never had a family meeting like this before. My father then broke the news that we were going to move to the city of West Lafayette. I sat there in awe, I had no words I had so many things going through my head all at once.