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American Immigrant: Personal Narrative Analysis

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People tend to romanticize the life of an American Immigrant. They say, “We are going to America, the land of the free, the land of opportunity;” and for most part I do agree, America has given me many great opportunities throughout the years, but opportunity comes at a price. My parent moved to America when I was two and paid the price of losing their ability to communicate and to see their families. Being a D.A.C.A (Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals) student now, you can conclude I lost that ability as well. Growing up was difficult to say the least for me, as well as my parents. We lived in a small house, in a small town of about 2,000 people in rural Arkansas. No one spoke Spanish and we had no family in America so we were pretty lonely for a while. Still, my parents never really seemed to mind that they couldn’t read anything or speak to anybody. After countless conversations with my parents throughout the years, I understand that their indifference to their …show more content…

The rural surroundings made learn how to focus on things I wanted to do by having little or no distractions. Also, living in a small town, separated from the rest of my family, fueled my ambition to strive for the opportunity to one day be able to see them again. As for my parents, their high expectations constantly made me become better at things I thought I did well. From learning what two plus two was to the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus, they always wanted me to push myself. I soon became addicted to the feeling of accomplishment. I could see the pride in them with every new award I received. It started with ribbons then elevated to certificates, to coins and now medals and trophies. The biggest one yet is a scholarship. This past year I earned a scholarship to go on an exchange to Japan over the summer of my junior year. The disbelief in my mom’s eyes was incredible. She couldn’t believe it until I got on the

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