Personal Narrative Essay: From Immigration To America

Coming to America as Immigrants and having nothing to your name can be a very intimidating situation. Many people face this obstacle and my parents are a clear example of it. I grew up watching my parents work and making sure they had no debt to their name. I remember being a young child and mom taking me to work because she didn't have a babysitter. My parents always provided me with the best and even spoiled me, sometimes when you don't work for your objects you forget to say thank you. .

When I first received your letter I was a tad disordered to be completely frank, I had understood things were going fairly smoothly, I comprehend the distance is challenging for me to suitably govern thou. Yet is it really necessary for you to not state these grievances in person? Do you seek me as unreasonable gent, is that why you didn’t do this all face to face? I consider myself to be one of the fairer rulers; back to the matter at hand- If you wish to leave I will not stop you.

Immigration a strong word that defines and that my family express there feelings to. At the age of 3 I was just a little girl running around the house in my dipper playing with my older brother. I do not clearly remember what happen even though I was present I had to ask my mom about it. Both of my parents migrated from Mexico to the United States when they where around 17-19 years old in 1990. My parents met in the United States a year after, my mom got pregnant by my dad and had my older brother by September 1992 and 2 years later I was born.

Growing up Ignorant Getting a good education in Bridgeport is not an easy thing to do. From the very start, teachers have low expectations of us. They look at us like we’re slow and simple minded; they talk to us as if we can’t comprehend; they hover over us as if we need the extra attention. My question is why? Why are we treated as if we’re all dense before we even get to show our potential?

When I reached America, I started to remember my childhood. I was the youngest of 4 children. I had a sister and two brothers. We were all crammed into a small hut. We all slept on one blanket on the floors made of cow poop.

I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me.

It was early in the morning when I had gotten up to go do my chores. Mother was already cooking Tortilla Hispaniola, something she never did unless there was a special occasion. I went outside and felt the light crisp breeze hit my face and could smell the special dish my mother was preparing. I washed the clothes , mopped what little of a “house” we had, and was getting prepared to go out to the market to see if I could bargain something so we could have another weeks supply of food. I was lacing up my old, rugged boots when mother called me into the back room.

One, two, three, four, five, there's too much too count. As we drove through the street of what is called the state of California, I looked out the window and I was amazed at how many cars there were. I sat back down properly in my seat and felt the leather on the seat like it was a new spectacle. I've ridden in a car once before back my home country but never one that was this nice. I looked over to my mom as she flashes a smile

When I first came to American, I lived in a homestay. Parents in a host family are very nice to me. Every day they will give me a rich breakfast with ice drink, but we usually drink a cup of hot water in the morning in China. Chinese people think that drinking a cup of hot water in the morning can prevent stomachache. Therefore, I asked my home parents to give me a cup of hot water, and they were shocked by my request.

My family has always been very united but one day my dad emigrated to America, I was 5 years old and missed him a lot because I thought he was missing out so many important events of my childhood and all the new things I was going through, but he would always tell me that one day I would come to America and I remember I would get very content about it but as I was growing up I was making new friends, meeting new people and “living life” that I forgot about the idea of coming to America. As years were passing by, my family began to tell me that I had to enjoy every second in my country since it was probably my last year in Honduras and I believed it at first but then it never happened so I was so busy with school that I never thought the day would come. It was July 31, 2013, when I realized that the day my family and I has been waiting for had come.

Life gets tough at times and it did for me as well. I remember I was 10 when we decided to move to America. We moved in with my Uncle and we were extremely grateful to him for giving us space in his house to stay. My parents stayed in one room while me and my siblings stayed in another room. Since my uncle lived alone, he didn 't have enough mattresses for all of us so my siblings and I would use comforters to sleep on.

Similar to many people in my community, my parents are both immigrants. They are hard working people whose sole purpose was to at least have the opportunity for prosperity and success - the american dream. Like many dreams, it was not promised to become true. Arriving to a foreign land gave them a great disadvantage which came along with many hardships Although they were faced with these challenges upon arrival, they were able to overcome many obstacles they encountered. Despite their lack of academic experience, they managed to make ends meet.

Life in the United States for my father and I had been unkind. We lived in a really beaten up trailer home in Northeast Portland. We had no money and were on the verge of becoming homeless. Too poor to buy food from the grocery store, we survived on partially spoiled food from local food banks and the extra food I would snatch from school. Our trailer, with poor 1970’s insulation and paper thin aluminum tin exterior, was practically a refrigerator during winter.

“Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it. ”—Proverbs 22:6 Parenting may be chosen as one of the most difficult homework for many parents. This homework may feel twice more heavier and difficult for parents that just immigrated to the U.S. due to culture and language barrier.

For many immigrants, experiences vary between seeing the greatness in America, while also seeing its side that is hidden for many. Coming to America states, “in southeastern China, people always said that America was very good, like some kind of wonderland… But then I came to my apartment. I was shocked. In China, my parents were bosses at a company that made bricks.