I remember the first time I came to America; I was 10 years old. Everything was exciting! From getting into an airplane, to viewing magnificent, huge buildings from a bird’s eye view in the plane. It was truly memorable. After staying few days at my mother’s house, my father and I wanted to see what Dallas looks like. But because my mother was working the whole day, it wasn’t convenient for her to show us the area except only on Sundays. Finally, we went out to the nearby mall with my mother. My father and I were astonished after looking at a variety of stores. But after looking at different stores, we were finally tired and hungry, so we went into McDonald’s. Not being familiar with fast food restaurants, we were curious to try American
Separated from my mother for eight years. When I moved to America, every day I missed her so much and growing without her was challenging. I know she’s a great mother. She was born in the Philippines in 1971. She graduated from college with a degree in midwifery. My parents had a comfortable life but they wanted some better opportunities for us four kids. So my parents decided to move to the United States.
Form N-400 is otherwise known as the application for US Naturalization. I have started and stopped filling out form N-400 half a dozen times in the past few years. Most recently, I used the excuse that I couldn’t read all of the dates in my passport. Thus I could not give the relevant dates for when I had left and reentered the country over the necessary time period. The other day I downloaded the form again but now I can’t find my passport.
I was born in Sri Lanka, a small island torn by a civil war. As the violence grew, my parents decided to move us to the United States so we can have a better life. In 2001 my parents left everything they had to start a new life the United States. . I came from nothing. All Throughout my life, my parents worked hard to provide for my family so my brother and I can have a better future. Their sacrifice is what drives me every day. Their Sacrifice and hard work motivates me to work harder.
I am an immigrant well, kind of; I wasn 't born here, but then again I wasn 't raised anywhere else. My parents brought me over when I was a child so they would be the immigrants since they made the decision to come here; I was kind of brought along. The year was 1994, I was 3(three) years old and my family and I had just been offered the opportunity to come to the U.S. my parents took it leaving everything behind. We were one of the lucky ones; our process was clean and simple. My dad worked for a religious organization, the Seventh Day Adventist Union in the Dominican Republic, as a canvasser; he sold books related to health and ministry. I don’t remember anything about those early years, but from that young age my life was impacted by the
I was born with a unilateral cleft lip and palate, this was devastating for my parents who had no idea of what was to come: years of rushing to doctor appointments, taking loans out for surgeries, having to see me being picked apart by my appearance, helping me recover from every operation, it was a burden most parents would never have to deal with. The pain of looking different was a big mountain to climb, I struggled for years with feelings of inadequacy and trying to get my physical appearance align with what was inside. Yet the NYU Langone medical center saved me. In the waiting room, I would meet many children with cleft disfigurations just like me, I was able to connect with them through the NYU medical center. It facilitated our sense of belonging, my parents were told this was the best place in the world to go for treatment. I first entered its doors as an infant, Dr. Cutting
When I was assigned to write a paper about a moment, event, or even person, in my life that altered its course forever, ideas started to instantly pop into my head. The divorce of my parents, graduating high school, moving away and going to college; the choices were abundant. However, after giving it some further thought I realized that all of these other impactful moments in my life were in some way connected to, and to a certain extent even caused by, when I moved to America from Guatemala.
“No, I don’t want to go!” I cried. I just got the news that my big brother and I were going back to California. When I was around 4 years old, my family and I moved to California from the Philippines. But after four years living in America, my mother sent my big brother and I back to the Philippines. We lived in the Philippines for at least 3 years since we left California.
Growing up in a different country can be quite challenging once you relocate to a different country. For me, coming to the United States was completely different and new. I was born here in Salinas, California but both raised here and in Mexico. At the age of one, I didn’t really know what went on with the world or just life itself, so I had no idea how different the U.S was from Mexico until I grew older. After I was born, my family and I went to live in Mexico to continue our life there. My hardworking parents always wanted my sister and I to have the best in anything. They worked hard to give us what we needed in order to have a decent life. Even though my parents were not born here in the U.S. they didn’t have to go through what most people
Having an isolated younger-life proved to challenge and reshape my individuality, forging me into the person I am today. When I reminisce of my childhood struggle, I find motivation and strength; I feel that my current struggle can be overcome and that I can come out of it a better person. Coming to America at age five proved to be one of the most tremendous challenges I've ever encountered. My family was well off back at the Philippines; my father was a successful manager for a construction company. But he became too old and too pained to continue such labor. Looking for a better life, we came to America with only fifty dollars and the hospitality of relatives. Speaking hardly a lick of English, I had to learn the language. For the first month in America, I would reiterate the only two English words I knew: horse and house. The laughing entertained faces of my parents when I'd boast of my new-found language excited. I went to school on the first day in a confused haze, it was hard to speak to my classmates, who spoke with such eloquence and slang. Of course, their English was elementary—literally howbeit, it was over my head. In the Philippines, everyone was best friends
When I was 9 years old,I have been told I gonna come to the US soon.At bengging I was very happy, because that means I will see my mom soon. My mom came to US since when I was 6 years old. I did not know my mom was leaving me. I only remember I took a picture with my parent. After that, my grandparents took me homw and my dad was disappered. After a day, only my dad come back to my grandparent’s house, but I did not ask my dad where is my mom. Few months after, Someone in my family told me, my mom is at United States now. I did not say anything or react anything.
Where I am from, coming to America is an unachievable dream for most people; however, that dream became attainable to me one summer. When my father told my family and me that we were moving to America, I was very excited and I thought about a lot of things. I thought about all of the opportunities there were in the U.S. and how rich everyone must be. I also thought that everyone in the U.S. lived in big houses, and every school had a swimming pool. Most of what I conceived about America came from watching television, and a month later I would find out how wrong I was.
My heart was pounding as I boarded my flight leaving the Bangkok International Airport. A flight attendant in a grey dress with a red bow draped over her shoulder announced; “Welcome aboard flight AA350 to the United States.” My journey began that day.