From Vietnamese Poverty to American Opportunity

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As I ripped up the scratch paper from my notebook, I personally feel undiminished as I brainstorm my flashback. I was originally from Vietnam, the place that gave me a vivid image of poverty. My parents had insufficient money to spare every month, not enough to cover my school fees. Fortunately, on April 20 2007 the day where our lives change dramatically. Without doubt, I was really analytical as into why my parents started packing all of our clothes up. My mother told me we're moving to a place where I'll be able to have better opportunities in life, I'll find new friends, and I'll be able to attend school. I was fascinated by the idea of schooling, because I've never experienced that. I was jubilant but I was also feeling foreboding. Fast forward to when I've …show more content…

I over analyzed the future, it wasn't going to be so effortless. There were incalculable nights I've witnessed them crying, the stressed phrase that my parents gone through leave a memorable image. On the other hand, I knew for a fact that they decided to migrate here was because of my brother and I, there was nothing I can grant besides invigoration them. Finally, my uncle enrolled me in school, it finally strikes me that I'm going to be isolated from the people at school. I had no friends, nobody to talk to, I was basically a lonely little girl that doesn't know what she was doing. Dig into the past, I remembered crying to my mom about attending school it was really frustrating, I felt devoured by my classmates because I couldn't acknowledge without hesitation. Even at this occasion, my Mother voice was slaughtering my negativity which persuaded me to keep overachieving. My parents encounter difficulties to get us here. Honestly, I felt compacted by society, but nothing seems to discontinued me from becoming well grounded in school and being a paradigm for my little brother, even if it took me numerous times to devour my

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