Personal Narrative: My Immigration To America

My life took an interesting turn when my mother told me I would be moving to a different country, fear took over my body because that meant I would have to start from zero. On January 1st, 2011 my mom gave me the exciting news that her fiancée, now husband, had started the process to bring her to the United States so she could become a permanent resident, live with him, form a family and start a brand new life. I remember her face blighting up to every time she spoke a word but that smile faded once she told me I could not come with at that time because of the expense of the process. I understood why she could not bring me with. We had economic and emotional issues going on.

January 11, 2013, I wake up to yelling, prayers, and crying. I walked into the kitchen where all the noises were coming from and I found my mother on the floor crying, talking on the phone with my godmother. My father was there by her side, trying hard not to cry while supporting his wife. I didn’t know what was happening, this was the first time I’ve seen my mom so vulnerable and broken. My parents didn’t tell me anything other than my grandmother was in critical condition at the hospital, but with god's help she would overcome this hard time.

I moved to America when I was nine years old. Even though I did not know any alphabet, I gradually got used to the new environment. Soon, I got pleased about being able to live in America. I especially liked the atmosphere there. For example, when I went to a store, I noticed that everyone was so friendly to others.

One of the hardest days of my life was when I first moved to America. I studied in Canada for one year, but it was totally a different situation that there were teachers who specifically teaches ESL classes, and a host family who was really close friend to my mom. There were people cared about me when i was in Vancouver. But when I moved to America, there was no one that I knew. I had to start everything fresh all by myself.

Immigration a strong word that defines and that my family express there feelings to. At the age of 3 I was just a little girl running around the house in my dipper playing with my older brother. I do not clearly remember what happen even though I was present I had to ask my mom about it. Both of my parents migrated from Mexico to the United States when they where around 17-19 years old in 1990. My parents met in the United States a year after, my mom got pregnant by my dad and had my older brother by September 1992 and 2 years later I was born.

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.

When I first came to America, I was 4 years old. I knew nothing about the country. The culture, the language, the customs, and the etiquette in America was something that I was never exposed to as I was born in China surrounded by my own people. All I have ever watched was Chinese cartoons and read Chinese children 's books, but nothing about America was ever introduced into my life. However, there was one thing that I was certain of about the country, that I will have a good life in the land of the free.

It was only two days before I was on my way to America . And I was so excited about it too, I just could not wait . Well the day had finally come and was so excited that I had even stayed up all last night just thinking about it . When we got to the boats I had got on then I remembered that I left my stove on

The American Identity is more than just being a citizen in America. What makes the American Identity is the diversity that exists in America. America is a melting pot, which consists of many ethnic groups, religions, and ideas. It isn’t the appearance that makes you American, it is your mind and the way one acts make one American. I am a kid who is part Korean, French, and Chinese.

My full name is Laura Lopez, my mother named me Laura since according to her it was the name that was in trend, I was born in Bogotá, Colombia in 2000. In Colombia the native Colombians are indigenous which we all descend from but as Spain had a colony in Colombia almost everyone has Spanish background, in fact my grandmother from my father’s side was Spanish but her family had been in my country for several generations even in the early 1800s, his father was indigenous and Spanish. Moreover, From my mother’s side, my great grandmother was a native indigenous from the Amazon in Colombia, her husband was Spanish and therefore my grandmother was both indigenous and Spanish and then married my grandfather also indigenous and Spanish. Consequently

When I started high school, I had little support to know English, everybody in the school spoke Spanish. So it was harsh, someone always translated everything and it was not necessary to learn English. Something that helped me to learn more English was watching TV and listen to music with English subtitle. Struggling to learn English affected me because I realized someone would not always be able to translate for me. This challenge made me realize that I needed to progress because It will help me be successful.

When I arrived in the U.S at age 12 ½ it was a huge adjustment for me as I did not speak English. I was suddenly living with a family and not in the orphanage that I grew up in. it was hard for me to leave my orphanage in China I had lived there my whole life and thought of the orphanage as my home. After being adopted and now living in America I have so many opportunities I did not have in China.

form of condensation has formed over my window and leaves are flying in the wind, I wake up and say today is the day we leave for America. I walk into the kitchen and eat a bowl of porridge and my papa tells me that is the last meal we eat in France. My mama hands me two small leather bags and tells me I need to pack clothes in one bag and I could pack what I wanted in the other. As I pack my few belongings I think of all the things that I will do in America and all the opportunity's I will have.

I spent the first half of my life on an island 210 square meters in area in the middle of the Pacific and the last half travelling the world and much of the United States. 1st generation immigrants from the Philippines raised me and it was from them that I learned the definition of hard work and true perseverance. Guam, the forgotten territory of the US, is a melting pot of various Asian influences with a distinct Spanish heritage and a culture that has shaped me to my very core. After growing up with so much exposure to different groups of people, I am a firm believer that diversity and respect for other cultures is integral in being an effective and competent healthcare worker. My opportunity to be president of my church’s “Christian family

I've always thought about what it would feel like not to be discriminated against or to not have people tell me that I look different compared to the stereotypical “American”. I’ve wondered what life would be like if I hadn’t grown up in a family where two completely different cultures came together to create one. I’ve thought about how much easier life would be if both sides of my family lived driving distances away from where I live. I’ve recognized that no matter how I may act to certain people, they will not try and get to know me based off of my physical appearance. Despite the number of times these thoughts have crossed my mind, I will never be ashamed of who I am and my Japanese heritage.