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Personal Narrative: My First Experience When I Came To America

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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. When I first came to America I had to have 8 surgeries and spent 6 months in a wheel chair but this was done to remove a potential cancerous birthmark covering my entire lower leg. In china, surgery was not possible. I also was able to play sports and go to school in America. Most importantly, I got to be part of a family that loves me. In china,

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