Personal Narrative: Going To America

When my aunt first told me that we were going to America, I was both excided and sad at the same time. I was sad because I hated to leave my country and friends that I had had from childhood. Those friends were always there for me whenever I needed them, and going to new country and making know friends was hard for me. One of the most painful moments for me, was seeing my father cry when I told him that my aunt was going to take us to America.
He was sitting three feet away from me; he put his head down and refused to look at me because he didn’t want to show me that he was crying, but I could still tell that he was. After a couple of minutes later, my dad came to me and held my hand and said, “I’m more than happy to see you go to America.”

My cousin and I would go there every day to check if our names were on the list. On sunny summer day, my friends and I were playing katako in the shadow of her house; katako is a cultural game that we played with small rocks. My friend’s big sister went to the list and saw our name on it, and she came and told me. I ran to my house to tell my aunt, but she was not at the house. I ran to her friend’s house, and she was not there either. And I ran back to my house to tell my cousin, but I luckily found my aunt walked to my house with her friend and she saw

“Don’t you worry, honey, whatever that is in your mind, you can make it happen. This is the land of opportunity for us.” She said with smile on her face. I finally I realized that not everything I heard was true. Back home, I pictured America way different than what the reality was. All the lies that people told me, such as the ground was covered with gold, food was free everywhere; people treated each other with respect and love, and tall building with many different colors, clean places. They were not true until I experience and seen with my own eyes. I also realized that even though America was different compared to the America in my mind, this place can make me a better person only if I’m willing to push myself for successes. It may take time, hard work and suffering for little bit, but I will eventually be a success in time like other successful