Personal Narrative: Moving To The US

I was raised under a belt held by my father. To this day I can still recall the days I witnessed my father 's abuse to my family physically and emotionally. My family was tightly gripped by my father; which resulted to my sisters and I fearing him as we grew up. As a child, I was the one who got hit the most. Some say it was because I was the most stubborn, however; all I could remember was exploring, living, and laughing. I did not know what was right from wrong.

I am a first generation college student. My family and I moved to America over ten years ago. We thought moving to the U.S would bring prosperity, but the stresses of adapting to a new country made it difficult. My sisters eventually had enough of my father 's

I had trouble making friends and I possessed little confidence in myself. I struggled to obtain good grades in order to avoid getting ridiculed by my parents. My father constantly lectured me on what to do to avoid the failure, he, my mom, and my sisters had experienced. Mistakes had already been done for me, therefore; I should not make anymore. In my mind, I understood he only wanted what was best for me, but I was emotionally drained. He was already expecting my failures and mistakes. I experienced difficulties finding out who I was because I was too preoccupied with doing everything my father was telling me. I felt so cheated, the life I wish I lived was snatched from me.

I do not know where it came from, maybe from the exhaustion of listening to my father, but when I entered high school, I switched from not wanting to fail for my parents to wanting to succeed for myself. I challenged myself academically and socially. Though I was afraid to fail, I convinced myself to enter the Running Start program. This decision was difficult for me because it meant leaving the few friends I had for a place filled with strangers. It meant having to be alone again. However; in my heart, I knew it would lead me to a bright