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Personal Narrative-Changing Experience Of Moving To America

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Changes As I walked in the door to my house I knew something was wrong when I saw my father’s face. He looked upset and scared , I really wanted to ask how his day was but I just couldn't. “Papa what was wrong?” . I asked. “We’re moving to America on Saturday.” This was going to be indeed a huge challenge for me. The next day I kept wondering what would it be like in America and how my friends would react if I thought them bye. At the time I was in first grade so leaving my friends would be bad for me. I knew simple English so America wouldn't be as hard for someone who didn’t know any english at all. The whole class time I would be thinking of America and wouldn't pass attention to what the teacher would say. Recess came and it was time for me to tell my friends that I would be leaving Vietnam for America. I walked to my friends and was a little bit shy and scared to them. “Guys… …show more content…

Today was going to be my first day of school and I was quite nervous. I knew I wasn’t going to meet any of my friends in Vietnam wasn’t going to be in my school but I hoped for the best. I then walked in class and my teacher introduced me to the whole class.like I just moved from state to a state even though I literally just moved countries. She placed me in seat with a person name “Jake”. Jake was vietnamese just like me so I felt comfortable sitting next to him.I then asked ,"Do you speak Vietnamese"? "Yeah if you need translating just ask me I will translate for me." I was surprised I found someone who knew exactly what I needed. "Thanks." , I replied. We then hung out at lunch and would talk about our past experiences. He migrated from Vietnam to America just like me so we were somewhat related. Having someone that had the same experience just like you as you migrated as you was a great thing to have for me to have just as I migrated to

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