I was 12 when my parents told me about moving to US. I didn’t want to leave my little world behind.I asked my parents to reconsider but of course they were pensive about our future. They knew life a lot better than a 12 year old diva.
I hopped on the plane for the first time in my life. I felt uncomfortable, anxious, and nervous. When I arrived, I suffered from culture shock. I was soon forced out of my childhood because my parents didn’t speak English and I barely spoke English. My teachers welcomed me at school and helped me to enhance my English. I worked really hard on my English at home. Soon I was told that I didn’t need to take any ESL classes because I placed really high on my English test. I was really overjoyed.
Unfortunately, I encountered my worst fear of losing my loved ones. I lost 8 of my loved ones in 2015. All of these deaths were unforeseen and left me emotionally damaged. I felt adrift, numb, and sad. I sensed my stomach drop and anticipated nothing was wrong but later perceived that this was the new normal. I had difficulty handling so many deaths. I started dealing with anxiety and depression. This really affected my school as my grades dropped. My teachers and my peers helped me perceive that I have to be stronger. They assisted me as I got back on track. I realized that I really want to help others
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I learned that life is very short, I used to believe that people die when they get old and have accomplished their dreams. I now perceived that there is no set date for death, I can die anytime and anywhere. My loved ones were set to make their dreams come true such as leaving for college, buying a house, and starting a family, but sadly their dreams didn’t come true. I have learned to accept death and now I am not arrogant like I used to be. Now, I make sure there that I: am kind to everyone, express my curiosity, spend time with my loved ones, laugh, and most importantly make my dreams come