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Personal Narrative: My Congolese Child

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As a young Congolese child moving to America at the age of one without the richest or most qualified parents, I believe I have come out to be a strong and determined person considering my background and the things my family had to, and still are, endure. All my attributes I have acquired are thanks to how and where I was raised.

My family is from the Democratic Republic of Congo, I was born in the capital, Kinshasa and moved to America at the age of one. Even though I was too young to have any type of memory of what Congo was like, I still consider myself Congolese, which I’m very proud of. Our family has been through many ups and down, especially since late 2015 where everything has seemed been going down more than anything. In 2000, when my parents, older brother, and I came to America, we were sponsored by the YMCA for …show more content…

Because they had so much trouble getting educated with two, then later four children, they made sure that as my siblings and I went through, we knew what the value of an American education is around the world. My father has a law degree that cannot even be used in America. “Maman, je ne veux pas que tu sois comme moi, avec pleines des problemes quand tu plus âgée. S’il te plait, faites attention en classe et soyez le première!”, is what my dad always told me when school started. It means, “Maman (my nickname) I do not want you to be like me, with many problems when you’re older. Please, pay attention in class and be the first!”.I plan to be the first in my classes and the first in my family to have an American college degree. In gratitude to my background, I am now a determined individual with the willpower to accomplish anything. Now, that determined immigrant family that came from the Democratic Republic of Congo with almost nothing does not exist anymore. We are a bit smaller family as of late 2015 when my mom decided to

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