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.
Thats the question i ask my self everyday these past couple of months. I feel as if I never made my own decisions in life. I always depended on my guardians and others to help make my decisions . It’s good to get help from others to make decisions but not all the time. There were time where I would like to do certain things and i would ask a friend how they felt about it and if they negatively commented I would automatically change my mind , there would be parties I would not want to go to but the people i surrounded my self around wanted to go I would force my self to go.
When I was ten, my mom and sisters moved to America, and I am left behind to live in China with my dad because he thought I was too young to move to America. I wouldn’t forget how many times I’ve missed them every day and every day was like torture, so I made a promise with my dad that if my average finals score of all subjects is above everyone else in my grade, then I can move to America too. Through months of putting all my effort into the work, I fulfilled my promise and moved to America that spring. However, things didn’t turned out as I thought it would be.
That would be the very first time it happened but unfortunately it was not the last for Theo, Graham would be in his life for a while. Day & Fleury write, “The next year, in Grade 9, I was drafted in the second round by the Warriors. Graham was the coach. It was a trade-off. I would take it back today if I could, because it cost me my soul” (22).
However, I do remember them by showing me to never give up. Their words and actions will be with me forever, as hard as life gets, never back down, if you do… you better get back up. And to this day, I have been knocked down twice, but I have been able to get back up. Therefore, after losing two of my favorite people, there is now a good reason to celebrate Dia de Los
We wrote this note to let you know that we love you and will always be there for you. A few days after Konner died, we mentioned that if the only purpose of our move to Olympia 20 years ago was to get to know you, know Konner and to be with you during the most difficult year you would face, it was all worth it. God’s ways are above our ways and his thoughts above our thoughts.
Any mother would feel like a bad mother after all, so did Daisy, Donny’s mom. “She had always told Donny he had talent, was smart, was good with his hands” (Tyler 288). Daisy was always trying to cheer her son up, but he was way too impulsive to understand what she truly means. Then Daisy realized that while she was so preoccupied with Donny’s problems, she forgot about her youngest daughter. “She couldn’t give as much attention to Donny's younger sister” (Tyler 287).
We quickly had to find our next best passer, for that next week’s big game, and I was next in line. You will never know when you will have to step up, and when chances like this will arise . You always have be prepared, otherwise you might miss your chance. When I found out that I had to libero for one of the biggest games of the season, I was dripping with drops of nerves. I never had a lot of experience playing on varsity and especially not the libero, because on B-squad I was the setter, which is two way different positions.
Like most children I dreamed how happy he would be to see me go to college, start a career and have a family of my own. All of that changed on September 9th, 2011 when I found out my dad had been diagnosed with Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis also known as ALS or Lou Gehrig’s disease. Given that I was only 13 years old this diagnosis was absolutely heartbreaking. I no longer enjoyed thinking about the future because I didn’t know how long my dad would be in it; ALS patients can survive for a few short months or in rare cases decades.