Personal Narrative: Hope For A Better Life

Hope for a better life Looking at my children sleeping peacefully and breathing softly I was recalling bygone days full of desperate and hopelessness. “I don’t know how to earn enough to feed our children in this country”. “Please don’t lose hope, we can and will survive”. “No, Camilla, I am tired… tired of everything. We should divorce as I can not be a good husband and father. Consider me a coward…”. That evening my husband left me and our children. He left us without any support and an idea how to live further. It was hard to face all struggles in a country with unstable economic and political situation, especially if you are a single mom. During that time I did not have any money, because the company I worked for didn’t pay me due

Part of earning licensure was taking examination for registered nurses. Exams could be taken via computer and they were in English. Most difficult part of the exam was actually English itself as without sufficient level of it I would not be able to pass the exam. While I was working cleaning the houses I studied part-time at night, and attended evening English classes. In one late winter evening in a college I was stressed with the difficulty of the assignment on English class. Accustomed to rely only on myself and thinking about my children I tried hard to understand the text and answer the questions. At some point my nerves reached the edge. That day I was already tired from physical work and I had to work mentally in the evening. Again wave of disparateness covered me and tears started dropping from my eyes. “Okay, this is not going to last forever and there is a hope. I can move on and change things. If these people were able to change things, then I can do it, too” I tried to calm down myself. I had two friends at school; they were also immigrants from other