Personal Narrative: My Immigration To Canada

I arrived in Toronto when I was only 4 years old. I never knew much about my hometown in Guangzhou, China, at least not enough for me to describe my short experiences there. My mother had never given me any specific detail on why we immigrated here. She simply said “It’s for a better life”. It was during grade 5, where we had to talk about our personal history that I began to ask questions about my heritage. I didn’t have any luck knowing why I came to Canada. It was in the summer of 2014 that I learned why our family came to Canada. My parents had everything packed and ready for the upcoming visit to Guangzhou. They were busy calling my family in China who offered to pick us up at the airport. As we board the plane, I began to wonder how

Unfortunately, it was a weekend and the city was bustling with people. The environment was still loud as well. After a few minutes in the heat, I can feel a burning sensation in my lungs. It was as if the insides of my lung were itching with every slight breath. I saw a few restaurants in every block but my parents insisted that we have to eat at the well-known restaurant that was supposedly famous. This meant me and my cousin had to endure the excruciating walk where the smog stretched like a blanket as high as the looming skyscrapers watching over

We visited tourist attractions, shopped with my family around, and ate at random restaurants. For some reason, I never had the courage to tell my parents about the night and I agreed with my cousin to not speak about this. When we said our goodbyes and got on the airplane, I took one last look at the skyline at night. It was a stunning scene. My parents didn’t just make a decision to come to Toronto; they made the best decision for my future. As the airplane moves farther away from the skyline, I could imagine returning to the safe and diverse community I am accustomed