When I was twelve, I moved to the United States, and I realized something that surprised me. The world that I had known was small; too small. The mountainous scenery of a small countryside town in the Philippines was my whole world. When I left my small world, my perception changed, which rattled me, but at the same time, I thought of this situation as an opportunity; an opportunity to broaden my world by experiencing new things I did not know existed. Life in the Philippines was simple. In a town of less than a thousand people, life was peaceful, but monotonous. Everybody wakes up at the break of dawn, heads to their farms and then feeds their animals or tends to their crops. Coming from a family of farmers, my parents were expected to do the same. However, with the fear of not being able to provide for our whole family, my mother decided to part with our family to work in the United States to give me and my siblings a better future. While my mother spent eleven lonely years working multiple jobs here in the United States, my father took both parental roles in the absence of my mother. My family struggled for many years, but my parents’ efforts bore fruit; my mother managed to bring our whole family to America. …show more content…
Once I realized how little I knew about the world, I aspired to learn more about different cultures, beliefs, values, and how those things influenced people’s interactions. There are so many things I have yet to experience and encounters that are waiting for the opportunity to arise. The notion of such possibilities existing makes me even more determined to broaden my horizons and further shape my perception of the