Narrative Essay About Immigration

I came from a Caribbean Island called Trinidad and Tobago was very challenging to adapt to the American lifestyle. On April 20th, 2004, I boarded a flight to the United States of America to visit my mom and sister. As I look out the window as the plane prepared for take-off, I felt a rush of anticipation to see what was so exciting about the United States of America that everyone had spoken so highly about but sadden that I had to leave my friends and some of my family behind in a place I once called home. Upon my flight after spending about 5hrs airborne, the pilot came on the speaker giving announcements about our approach to the “big apple” New York as they say. As the plane landed, I was escorted off the plane by one of the flight crew.

With such surprise I began to open my ears wider and listened to them speak with pronunciations quite clear and precise. As I approach the immigration booth an immigration officer said hello! And how are you today? Can you state your full name please and what is the reason for your visit? Compounded by the questions I stuttered and answered in my accent, “well I here because I have a break from school and I come to see me mother”. As the officer finished his scan of my paper work, I began looking around to see if I saw my mom or sister. Not knowing how they would look or if they would even have recognized me, standing with my escort/officer I began to scan the area looking for any sign of what I taught they looked like. Finally, I glanced at someone who I believed was my sister. She looked much taller, and darker I heard Ayana. With a loud voice there she was, standing erect, with such poise, with a hat on her head, and a scarf around her neck, I ran to her with tears of joy, hugging with all my strength. As my escort/officer approached saying hello ma’am, how are