Sun beaming through the window hitting me right in the face, I was tired of just lying in bed this is not what I called fun. It was the last weekend of a long break and I was so upset with myself for letting it all go to waste. I was going to make sure this weekend was the best. Thinking of all the things we could possibly do as a family, I quickly remember that was all had season passes to Six Flags, which were also going to waste. I started to convince my parents that we could take a trip to Saint Louis.
Recently we went on a holiday to America which is quite different if you’re from South Africa. It is definitely one of the most outstanding trips we’ve been on as a family but what made I stand out, what made it the best holiday I’ve ever been on? Well for starters it was the first time my parents had taken us overseas they had been about seven years earlier but now it was with all seven of us. You’re never lonely when you have four siblings there’s always something happening. My mom was worried at the airport that one of us would get lost but for us kids it’s a blast being in a new place, seeing new things and hearing different accents.
“If you don't get the basics down tonight, you’ll have to do this tomorrow also.” My mom went to America because of the American dream and more opportunity She arrived in America at Oregon during 1991 after leaving Vietnam. After losing her brother and all of her family’s belongings, she had to start all over in America but it was only going to get better from there, because she was
Some of them finished their study, and others went to work using their talents from the war. After the war, Kerry Corner was disappeared and people had to be scattered to near working-class suburbs. They had to leave so busily because of the fast growing society, but they kept gathering once a month. At there, they recalled their childhood, and kept building their camaraderie. Even though the prosperity of America brought them better lives, they still missed the absence of Kerry
I never really fully cried, but I did loose a lot of sleep after my grandparents death. My mother was worried for a while because I would not sleep and my health was beginning to diminish. She ended up taking me to the doctor and they declared that I was suffering from insomnia. There was no explanation, but I knew that I was still grieving my grandparents, it was the only way that I could; since no one would know that I would cry in the middle of the night. About a couple of months later, everything was beginning to go back to normal, I still do not have the courage to speak about my grandmother or grandfather without shedding a tear.
The first night alone is enough to traumatize and scar Elie forever, which is exactly what he’s saying here. I’ll be honest: this is the first book that has made me cry in a while. I cried when the child was hanged, I cried when I found out that Elie would have been saved by the Soviet Army if he stayed in the infirmary, and I cried when Elie’s dad died. Looking back on this passage, I feel like crying once again. Elie was my age when he was forced into Birkenau, and I can’t even begin to imagine experiencing these barbarities now.
“We’re moving to America on Saturday.” This was going to be indeed a huge challenge for me. The next day I kept wondering what would it be like in America and how my friends would react if I thought them bye. At the time I was in first grade so leaving my friends would be bad for me. I knew simple English so America wouldn't be as hard for someone who didn’t know any english at all. The whole class time I would be thinking of America and wouldn't pass attention to what the teacher would say.
I learned this from one failure I experienced which I would never want to repeat again. The last year of my stay in the United States, I became depressed. I did not have friends that I could laugh heartily with. I did not do well in my classes. Although I pushed myself to do so, I did not want to go to school.
In 2013 my parents told me we were moving to United States at first I didn't want to come, I had my life already done there I have many friends all my family living near I could go and visit them when I wanted, then I start realizing that it would be a good idea to get to know a different country and other people. When I got here my thoughts were that it was going to be so difficult to get used to a new place, but actually it wasn’t. I went to many parts of the country my favorite was Las Vegas everything was beautiful there. I got to visit my family and go to other states that is one of the things I will never regret for coming to a new country. One of the things that was most difficult for me was to get used to the food it tastes different specially tortillas, cheese, corn, beans and ham but also here the food tastes really good, food that I had never tasted where I live before.
I kissed my kids goodbye and hugged them tightly, not knowing if I would ever see them again. I thought my world was ending, I never thought I would have to say goodbye to them, and I couldn’t get enough hugs and kisses from them. I told them how much I loved them and I promised to come back to them, and when I did, I was going to be much better. I thought about my family throughout the day, and kept telling myself I was going doing this for them. After arriving at the hospital at 6 a.m., I was prepped and taken to pre-op, where I had to wait for my doctors to take my back.
I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me.
I was shocked when my mom told me we be would coming here I remember feeling helpless and confused. I wanted to see my dad and my siblings but I didn’t want to leave my friends behind and I really liked the school I was attending I had just gotten into the 3rd grade which I was very excited for. I didn’t have another option, I had to come here and looking back I’ve never appreciated anything more. My life is composed of new beginnings, I moved around a lot growing up to different house, to a different country, and different schools. Coming to america I got to settle into one place with all my family.
Once my parents finally returned to the house my body was littered with bug bites. I ended up sleeping in a crappy air mattress and by the time I woke up it had already deflated. That day left a sour taste in my mouth. The truth is moving is hard for
He did this all while working 50+ hours per week. I picked up extra responsibilities around the house to help him through the two years, and believe he set a great example for me as well. All of this was wonderful, but I still didn’t believe in myself. I knew that I had a great support system in my immediate family, but they are my family. They love me, and I felt that they would support me no matter what.